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What’s the meaning when you’re living to die?
Worthless when all your possessions fry
When the world strips you naked and you got nothing left,
Passion can always be found in one’s breath,
So now analyze... they ask me why?
To relieve sadness, to tell what I don’t speak about.
A bunch of starters but never a finisher, never diving deeper.
Open more eyes to humbleness, and how cruel the world is,
To make someone become what they have always hated.
Truly just want belonging, and recognition.
A way to mend scars and restore my once bright picture.
Respected by those I despise, as tarnished lies settle in my own eyes.
I is stopping me but myself also fuels the dream.
Going on when it’s hard, but giving up when it’s impossible.
Maybe I fear the word "I'm possible". But when action and words don’t combine
All that’s left is a thread of hope on a thin line.
Alone in the city singing a suppressed song,
You can’t be depressed in a life that’s not very long.