When she wakes up, she has her coffee and pills, then her day begins.
Trapped in her mind, and lost through her sins.
She doesn't bother with anyone because all around her are her friends.
They tell her all kinds of things, her nightmares never end.
Holding on to her head,
Lost in the illusions of death.
She shakes with confusion
Living in this institution.
Life was hard on her, she just wants to die.
In this moment of dillusion, she cannot lie.
Trapped in the mind of a dysfunctional woman.
Lies behold her grief stricken self, to the hand that holds the sins.
She can't go on like this, feeling that she's to blame.
When around her, they play the game.
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