Who Has My Cluttered Mind

I cry with my sorrow
I sleep with my pain
It’s in that one corner
Where my blood had stained

Lying in bed with a cluttered mind
Each night I sleep with a questioning core
Thousands of faces are keeping me awake
Different voices that’s keeps on screaming

Have you ever seen a heart that’s beating for pain
Or a kid who died that has no remain
Well you better start looking for the Goth with a cluttered mind
Or face a mirror and see who you can find.

[originally composed:November 22, 08]


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