Bad Dream Eighty-Five

Take a look around you and tell me what you see.
Tell me if you like what I've become:
emotionless, desensitized, self-centered little man.
It's my own fault I'm so insanely numb.
I used to have a hope or three to live for
till I abandoned all my precious dreams.
It never even phased me till I realized
the echoes in my mind came from my screams.

The private prison found inside my heart
encloses me moreso than keeps you out,
but just before I choose to tear the walls down,
I'm plagued by yet another cloud of doubt.
All the future holds for me is blackness.
All I see in store for me is grief.
Just turn your head and let me fall away...
There's no way left to offer me relief.

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