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Friday, Mar. 01, 2002 - 11:42 p.m.

Life has turned into a big headache. I want to bang my head up against something really hard until my vision turns red and fades to black...

I'm sick of stressing out over friends. I'm sick of not having money. I'm sick of not knowing what I want. I'm sick of hating myself. I'm sick of having to work. I'm almost sick of breathing...

I want it to stop.

This is not (I hate this)
Static-X

Lines and the light stream
Screaming by me scream
Burned down
Not me you see me suffer
Haunted by your spirit
Undead by your spit
Taunted by yourself alive

Dazed and burning state
Hazed and spinning fate
Dazed and burning
I say I can't come
You say this ain't home
Hating this I mouth your name

ThIs Is NoT mY lIfE
tHiS iS nOt My HoMe
ThIs Is NoT mE
I HATE THIS

Your voice in my mind
Come home it ain't time
Burned down
Not me you see me suffer
Solace to inspire
Lowness to my life
Taunted by yourself alive

Dazed and burning state
Hazed and spinning fate
Dazed and burning
I say I can't come
You say this ain't home
Hating this I mouth your name

yeah that pretty much sums it up...

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