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I was just a kid, but now I'm thrown in this mess. I've wasted time with every breath. Reduced to lost hope, lost youth. But the date keeps turning over.
Every day I pray for rain. I pray these ghosts will leave me. Every day I fall asleep, I'm waiting for a change of pace. It's always "high hopes", "we're so proud". And every day is repeated.
I've seen relationships rise and fall, and I've felt them all. I'm waiting for everything to click. Pick myself up, dust last night off.
Wake up. Move on.
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Would seven-year-old me be happy? Well I'm looking at you at fortytwo and all I can say is "What happened?" We're not a young adult book. We're not a travel guide. I wanted a sure thing and I got it.
When "It'll get better" sounds so patronizing. That quick fix of "I'm going to be something".
I'll drop out of life. I'll turn off all my thoughts. I'm talking to myself but even I can't help.
So much for complacency. Your shell doesn't make a difference if you still can't run away.
So much for complacency. A million voices keep me awake. Everyone is static.
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Thousand Eyes Restrict
01:00
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What is living with a purpose. A lifeless body thrown off an overpass. Let me sink beneath the surface. I will rot like sheet metal. Rusted through.
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Should the Sadness Occur
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It's catching up to me. I think it's time I put in the work. Do it for you? I'm already tired of living with myself.
I'm useless. I'm worthless. I don't want to hear it any more.
This is useless. This is worthless. I'll clear the knot in my throat.
I'm at the end of my rope. It's getting hard to breathe and my hands are going numb. It's on my shoulder. It's always watching, always wrapped around my neck.
I'm useless. I'm worthless. I don't want to hear it any more.
This is useless. This is worthless. I'll clear the knot in my throat.
When you can't breath with the weight on your chest - being content is relative.
I won't stay complacent.
I am greater than a sinking feeling.
Or so I tell myself, just keep breathing.
I won't live my life for someone else's expectations.
I'm make things easier on you, like I promised.
I won't live my life for someone else's expectations
I guess I'll take my own advice.
I'm not helpless.
I am more.
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I can't remember what it felt like. Who's this staring back at me in the mirror? Your touch, the warmth is gone, all I see is reflections. We're nothing but reflections.
False love is fleeting, and you wouldn't guess it but it's soon forgotten.
Tell that to someone like me. I'll say it to my own face. But the only thing staring back at me is an empty body.
I feel hollow and beneath this skin is something foreign, something off, something I hate.
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