You never thought you’d be the one to lose it, did you? Then one day it all became so overwhelming. The chaos and poison of the world was too much and you buckled under the weight of it all. It makes sense though, right? If everything outside is on fire, it was only a matter of time before the inside went up in flames. It feels like you don’t know anything anymore, least of all yourself. Now when you look in the mirror you don’t recognize the face you see—who’s that looking back at me? Who's that wearing my clothes? Who’s that in my room? You have no idea but who cares?! This is who you are now, so maybe you should get to know this new person… before it’s too late

Who's That in My Room

Los Angeles. Dark, scary nights. Bad dreams. Cigarettes. Mistakes. Good intentions. The road to Hell. Apologies.

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