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So you stare in disgust at the face in the mirrorBloodshot, your eyes are hazyAnd the mist from the shower Doesn't hide your neck sagging onto your bare chestYou look down but you can't see the floor, Only thick white, flesh.Liver spots texturise, And you can feel it dying too.Every drink, every step brings you closer to the sun.You rest on a crutch, never wanting to walkYou'd rather crawl, rather slither across the floorYou stare in disgust at the face in the mirrorCursing life for being so unfair,You bought it all, the lies, the freedom,Everything had a price and you paidThe sun is setting, and you are sinking, You are broken your flesh is diseased, And your bones are brittleAnd you still don't understand, that you lived a lie? From Letras Mania