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One
03:39
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I can’t seem to grasp a hold of anything.
Running back and forth inside my head.
Trying to cope with complacency.
Black and white are fading to gray.
Numbness will be my answer to a way of prevalent thought.
I’ll hate myself until I no longer can feel my uprooted remorse.
Restlessness will be my only bond.
I'm drowning. I'm drowning.
I'll go under again.
Numbness will be my answer to a way of prevalent thought.
I’ll hate myself until I no longer can feel.
(Lost and alone)
I'll lay myself to rest.
Regress to emptiness.
I won't find my peace.
My doubt will be my release.
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Two
03:32
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We’ve lost ourselves.
Taking pictures in the moment, we forget to breathe.
We need to take another step,
and address the colorless ways we manipulate what we see.
Compassion is most often heard through the cracks in the wall.
Only to be extinguished by negative press.
We tell lies, feeding off lies, feeding off lies.
Lies feed. Lies feed.
Lies, feeding off lies, feeding off lies.
Feeding off lies.
And I’ll speak in whispers if it keeps me in an open casket.
Remembered by a temporary glimpse of who I tried to be.
But I won't even take my own fucking words to heart.
We are so unfamiliar when the sun goes down.
That's when I call a side.
When the judges have cast aside.
We are the ones to blame.
I've been beginning to hate the person that I've become.
We are the ones to blame.
We are the ones.
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Three
02:42
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Searching for something real.
I will lie through my teeth to keep myself content with bare bones.
Confine myself to a cage.
Fear will choke out my thoughts and my spirit.
Fake compassion and money in mind.
Again and again I'll make promises that I can't keep.
My sickness will always get the best of me.
Sink into the hole I've dug myself into.
Nothing to blame but my own inflicting head.
I am afraid of my failures.
Lost in this place we call our home.
Regress to what I used to be.
Repression. I'll find my way back to the ground.
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Four
05:23
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I spend most of my nights wondering
if I’ve been good enough for those I love.
The feeling of being static and complacent, it overwhelms me.
And the failures I've made come rushing into my head. Why?
I am falling into a place of regret.
I convince myself that I’m fine
and that everything will be alright.
Yet, deep down, I know that I’m numbing myself
to the point of contentment.
Finding myself in a stalemate.
Do I accept change,
or stay in the comfort of routines that feel so familiar?
Can I better myself?
Empty-headed is what I love to be,
and I will bide myself until I feel remorse.
The mistakes I have made shouldn’t hold me back.
I want to be the person I’m meant to be.
I just need help to overcome my apathy.
The mistakes will not make who I am.
I'll overcome my apathy.
This hole I dug seems too big to crawl out of.
These wasted nights I spent alone, wishing home could feel like home.
I pray to God and beg for change. I hate this place.
I don't know where I'm headed,
or where I will be when my breath leaves my body.
And I envy the person that I used to be,
but I will try to open my eyes to who I am.
I'll spend most of my nights wondering if I’ve been good enough,
and the feeling of being static will stay until I am myself.
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