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Midnight’, it's a thief, hours lost in my haze

hours pass now like minutes, and soon turn to days

my Candle burns fast , wax bleeds down like my tears,

doing the lines on the mirror till my itch disappears.

I'm a man with a mask , a fake smile i rehearse

when my reality buckles, the pain cuts me worse.

it's hard to remmeber, how my life was before

all the signs it's consumed me, , I chose to ignore

most of the time, the addiction will win

if a real smile of mine opens something bad will crawl in.

the house smells of ash, from hand rolled cigarettes

bottles of wine now emptied , in my attempt to forget

I'm a man with a mask , a fake smile i rehearse

when the cocaine wears off , it hits ten times worse

Midnight’, it's a thief, hours lost in my haze

hours pass now like minutes, and soon turn to days

their groan mimmics the sound of my tiring soul

they get trodden and worn, this life takes its toll

Midnight’s a thief with no mask, yellowed teeth

steps the ground weighed down by the grief

I've found most of the time, the addiction will win

a real smile slips open then something bad crawls in.

the house smells of stale ash, from chainsmoked cigarettes

littered with bottles of wine, I drank to help me forget

Let the dust cake the scales

, let the itch fucking die.

use my scars as new strength

to help me get by

the house smells of ash

, from too many cigarettes

bottles of wine now empty

, in my attempt to forget