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I wrote this in 10 minutes while depressed at 4am |
| I could talk to you about how I'm worthless. About how I'm not worth it How I wanna be famous but don't deserve it. I could tell you my story... No you dont wanna hear it Knowing what makes me who I am Isn't relevent because my problems Will never amount to what other people face No matter how much I hurt inside This life is mine and I just need time To realize that's fine cause others dont have that Like you and I Or maybe you don't I dont know. Maybe these words are falling on deaf ears Maybe if I keep rambling on Something may be clear But I don't know. Why do I keep doubting myself? Livin in this existential hell My tribulations are severe My sanity is long gone, my dear I say it again, my tribulations are severe... Until someone else comes along And laughs, telling me that they aren't That I know nothing about pain Nothing about grief Nothing about stress About wanting that sweet release of death Nothing at all... |