hollow heart-breaks.
shallow demise?
is that a cold heart inside those eyes?
cold hearted and lonely, that's my fate.
it's only gonna take one more teardrop until I break.
until I shake, the walls of my life are fake.
until I quake, how much more can I take?
I'm the modern Edgar Allen Poe, that came from out of his grave
dark and turmoilly twisted inside
every single day it seems harder to grow, the bitterness is harder to taste
every single day is another reason to hide
who am I to justify? all the evil in our eyes
I myself feel the high, of all that I despise
living a life, that's my downfall and demise
feeling stress levels frequently and progressively rise
do I need somebody to make me feel whole?
can I do this on my own?
I don't know how to stand on my own 2 feet
I don't know how to handle anything.
I don't know how to be alone.
.... I don't know how to be alone....
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every night I fall asleep
I close my eyes and as I dream, I fall, I fall.
there's nobody to catch me now
and I realize as I hit the ground, it's my fault, it's my fault
I could be surrounded by the world but still I feel like everything's my fault, my fault
and in the end of everything, I'm still alone in my world, in my world.
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whether your a lover or one of my friends
I have feelings that are undercover and I have to pretend
I have to pretend that I feel happy and then
I bend, and break, and fill the syringe
I'm going on a binge, so thin, marks all over my skin
lets see how long this youth can ride, premeditated suicide
this false self medicated existence only means use and die
go out and reep what you sew, whatever you can find
all my vices consist of chemicals and women that I can use to hide
up and down, I spin around and twist and move the pipe
I rob and steal, don't wanna feel, don't wanna utilize
don't wanna be productive, just sit in my room and cry
use shrooms and fry, I'm like a popped ballon that flyed.
drugs or alcohol? sex? anything? you decide?
I spent so much time living in this lie but now the truth defines
my selfishness is on the rise, pain is bonafide.
it's live or die and I don't wanna represent each side.
I don't know how to be alone.
.... I don't know how to be alone....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
every night I fall asleep
I close my eyes and as I dream, I fall, I fall.
there's nobody to catch me now
and I realize as I hit the ground, it's my fault, it's my fault
I could be surrounded by the world but still I feel like everything's my fault, my fault
and in the end of everything, I'm still alone in my world, in my world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
whether your a lover or one of my friends
I have feelings that are undercover and I have to pretend
I have to pretend that I feel happy and then
I bend, and break, and fill the syringe
I'm going on a binge, so thin, marks all over my skin
lets see how long this youth can ride, premeditated suicide
this false self medicated existence only means use and die
go out and reep what you sew, whatever you can find
all my vices consist of chemicals and women that I can use to hide
up and down, I spin around and twist and move the pipe
I rob and steal, don't wanna feel, don't wanna utilize
don't wanna be productive, just sit in my room and cry
use shrooms and fry, I'm like a popped ballon that flyed.
drugs or alcohol? sex? anything? you decide?
I spent so much time living in this lie but now the truth defines
my selfishness is on the rise, pain is bonafide.
it's live or die and I don't wanna represent each side.
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