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It's eating at my head,
just what they said,
did they mean it to be true?
This banging, in my head,
the confusion,
is it real?
All of it, polluting my head,
the realization that its true.
Tearing me apart,
picking at the pretty pieces,
they were always so right.
Nothing left, is what I want,
and what I want, isn't it good?
Ripping apart my thoughts today,
eatting my soul with truth.
Everything, everything, everything you said,
still lingers in my head,
casting shadows on what's right.
Don't tell me what you said,
because my head just can't handle it tonight.