inside-out.

gnomebomb

"I went to the doctors believing the devil has control over me.
I was finding it hard to breathe and finding it hard to fight the feeling."

"All i know is I cannot pretend, so I’m sitting on the outside again."

"TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal."

"I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.
I know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine."

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Supermarket, oh what packet of crackers to pick?
They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not.
Look, look, just choose something quick.
People are staring, time to go quick in,
Skin is on fire, just choose something, something, something.
Pressure overwhelming.
Next minute I am turning out of the door,
facing one week without food.
A day, a day, when things, things are pretty bad.
But don’t let it make you feel sad,
the crackers were probably bad luck anyway.

Can’t let you cold heart be free, when you act like you’ve got OCD.

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"The riot inside keeps trying to visit me, no matter how i try it’s too much history, too many bad notes playing in my symphony."

"There’s a drumming noise inside my head that throws me to the ground, I swear that you should hear it, it makes such an almighty sound."

"We’ve got obsessions, I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week."

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