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Pillow Over The Face As Therapy (Thought Riot)

The only life I've come to depend on has turned against me. What am I to do when there's nothing left? No one left for me. The only one who can change this lies in front of a machine. Medicines and cures seem too far away. So sick of playing this hide and seek game with reality. Count to ten; release my grasp on today. What has happened? Why do I fall? Glorified problems in a chemical mess. Stripped down I fall into unconsciousness. What is left of me? I see you in the glimpse of a forgotten dream walking beside me (just a glimpse of a forgotten dream). You're there through it all but it still isn't real. Climb inside; destroy that which makes me ill. Look closely; it hides well in this mangled mess that makes what I am. What has happened? Where have I gone? Is it a problem to be solved by anyone? I sacrifice myself 'cause there is no way out. Life is suffocating me as I beg for sweet catharsis. Nobody cares except you, in love with what is left of me. What is left of me? (just a glimpse of a forgotten dream).