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Tommy Vomit

Feeling down and spoiled,
like a brat with no words,
with a mind so soiled,
thinking outside just absurd,
searching for the answers and questions alike,
theres nothing there for me to hold,
while i wonder my mind late at night,
i ponder thoughts so rash and bold,
telling myself that ive grown cold,
and wimper lost in the illusion,
without moving your life unfolds,
creating fantasy of the confusion,
try to realize what is real and what is fake,
what to leave and what to take,
unfortunatly nothing's true,
only knowing when your days are few.