Untitled song

All my pain is childish
All my tears are lies
All I wanted is your lips
To say you still love me

That is stuck in your brain
As I search ways to end it all

All my dreams are foolish
All my friends are gone
All your silence hurts me
And the voices never stop

The monster is always inside me
Telling me I should be gone

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