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My thoughts are turning black

Here comes a panic attack

Every day is a struggle to stay on track

I’ve had enough of being consumed by your poison

These are my words of distress

I must confess

It’s getting harder to see through a thick layer of green smoke

The deeper I inhale, the harder I choke

I’m a slave to the habit, slowly becoming a zombie

The higher I go, the bigger the fall

The closer we get, the less I need you all

The higher I go, the bigger the fall

It’s time to stand tall

Take control

From summer nights at the park to laying low in the dark, temptation led to

isolation

I’m gasping for air, visiting despair

My thoughts are turning black

Here comes a panic attack

Every day is a struggle to stay on track

I’ve had enough of being consumed by your poison