Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried
And my eyes bledI streched my thoughts
Put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost blackStrategy [2]
These distorted, contorted
Ideas of mine
Are telling me something
I think it's a signHidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts
Are on display
Part of my lifetime
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