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I'm at death's door but I hate losing
What am I doing?
Angry and so sore of my own choosing
See my knees bruising
All the blood oozing out
But the key change is a strange feeling
You keep deep inside
And the free range meats and cheeses
Were they happier alive?
I was born with amnesia in my brain
I don't know my name
I just get migraines
In place of memories
Just buckets of my pain
Filling up like rain
Every day more of the same
But the key change is the ceiling face is alive
And the free-range, strange feeling inside
Now you keep it deep inside
Were they happier alive?
