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Spent
02:37
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Staring in the mirror wondering what’s become of me
If I can get past this inner gripping anxiety
Will I see you? Can I find peace?
I’ll never have enough, disappointments all I see
Imagine nothing at all
And that’s how I feel
Thinly veiled mystery
I can’t ever be happy
You & I just disagree
And I am spent
I am
Been spending my time giving all I can to this
Feeling like a vessel that’s been poured to one last drip
Can I just breathe & have a moment to myself?
Is that so selfish? I gave you everything
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2. |
Go Solo
02:21
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What do we tell ourselves to make it through the day
We can’t even remember but we still have to play
What do we tell ourselves to make it through the night
We keep it close & hold each other tight
Why can’t we go solo
What’s so wrong wanting some goddamn space
You always say you know better
You always say can’t don’t won’t NO
You always seem to know how to
Kill all my hopes & dreams
We keep running over the same old ground
I don’t even know how we keep circling round
How can we keep it up when we’re both so tired
Is it even worth it I don’t know anymore
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3. |
The F Word
03:02
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Nothing is not an answer actions could lead to peace
I suppose it doesn’t matter cause nothing is as it seems
Maybe you could ponder the sounder of other lives you see
Knowing you aren’t alone here there’s always worse misery
Fading fantasy failing from the apathy
Fought so fitfully friend or foe duality
Frightful freedom found forgotten fodder flung to ground
Forbade fatality flattered faltered falling
Nowhere is not an option there’s somewhere you’re meant to be
Knowing where you’re going is half your destiny
Seek knowledge to find meaning they say there’s a reason for everything
I never much liked that idea living is just so messy
Fading fantasy failing from the apathy
Fought so fitfully friend or foe duality
Frightful freedom found forgotten fodder flung to ground
Forbade fatality flattered faltered falling
Frantic finality faithless faceless reality
Fluent fever lust fraught with faulty folly fuss
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I am done with this hell on Earth
Resurgence of this massive curse
But you probably sleep well
I wish I wouldn’t relive & dwell
Where do you get off thinking
Atrocities are fantasies
It seems like I’ve been falling
I’m crushed under a mountain
With no memory of how it used to be
The garbage in my head in spinning
Fire in my bell spitting
All because of one thing he did to me
He said to me
You’re dead to me
I am through with this purgatory
It’s no use my heart’s a mortuary
I’ll have you know you mean nothing to me
You’re a catalyst & I’m reactionary
You are moot I am serious
I have become pain & weariness
Impermanence passes with a breath
Constant sorrow is my living death
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