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Time bombs ticking under the stairs
That look in your eyes
Knots in your hair
Halloween has long since past
But we hide under the kitchen sink
Wearing our scariest masks

The time forgot us
It left us behind
Were wasting away
There's nothing to find

I cried myself to sleep last night
It was just to much to handle
So I burned away the evidence
With a pine scented candle

I feel alone
I feel trapped beneath the skin that surrounds me like saran wrap
I feel at home when in the darkest depths of my foggy mind

Im here to find
Anything and everything
That will give me an indication
Of why I had to join the ProcrastiNATION

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