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Four walls surround me like a womb of concrete
Locked in my private hell of self-hate and deceit

The more I think
The deeper I sink
Get me out

All the messages and calls, my phone's set to ignore
With this world outside I can't identify no more

The more I think
The deeper I sink
Get me out

At night aI cannot sleep
Toss and turn, while I'm digging deep
What this shit is about
Kick in the door and get me out

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