ive lost what i used to call me
its floating somewhere between the blindness and the unwilligness of life
falling down a rabbit hole that never ends
im falling, falling
falling down a rabbit hole
in the end i'll hit a teardrop
left by what i used to call me
im dead, my bodys the only thing alive
im falling, falling
falling down a rabbit hole
my history is my nightmare
life is leaving me to starve
deprevation in a fog
im falling, falling
falling down a rabbit hole
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