so much noise up here in my head
i try to separate the real from the fake,
the sane from the insane,
there’s no damn room left for right or wrong,
survival instincts kick in mixing it up with hulk-sized guilt
because baby, i was born that way first,
ain’t no pop-stars needed to sing my obvious
and they sure as hell haven’t come up with a horror to rival my own,
self-induced or otherwise,
you can take a train to a plane
sail halfway across the world,
no amount of miles can put out this fire,
it burns steady and unforgiving
but it doesn’t reduce the din in my head
nothing can turn down the volume
not when the one thing that echoes loudest
is that sound you make when i do that thing
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