Standin' still.

Hey there. Yes you! I am standin' here. I won't run anywhere. The girl who like to smell, I will be waitin for you. I love you. :)

insanity.

I always had a weird fascination for masks,
The kind that is made of skin.
Pretty sure you have no idea,
Images that are lurkin' within.
You know you put on that fake smile,
And thinks everything is fine.
Not wantin' to worry.
But deep down inside you are dying.
Are humans that fake?
Made up of burnt plastic face.
No one could understand our motive,
Then again that's what we believed.
Think of it as a disease,
That will never leave.
Or like the flower that withers.
Imagine black particles swallowin' your face,
What remains is half of your skin.
You quickly try pull it off,
But the harder you go,
The more it sticks to your bone.
So you took one last glance at your portrait,
alas the mona lisa is dead.
Scream all you want,
I am sorry to tell you..
Your time is up, the light is dead.
The demon has consumed you,
Even your soul has ran away.
Can your family love you again,
Could they understand the pain.
Oh no, not agian.
Who am I to judge,
I am fuckin' my life away.
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FUCK
I GIVE UP
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA















can you hear my laughter?