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Happiness is synthesized
and if that's a crime
then I guess I'm crooked
but I'm always looking
for a way out
so if you won't let me in
then I stay out
I feel I'm down
and I'm definitely out
so I guess I should pray now
All good things must come to an end
that goes for jobs, good times,
relationships and even best friends

Don't let it drag itself out
or wait for something to fix itself
be kind to yourself, the situation
and everyone in it

I'm tuning out, I'm turning off
getting ****** in is problematic
so blow out and break free
If music was life,
a genre, a topic
or even a type
I'd be the alternative
sort of a last resort
and I won't see no light
at the end of the tunnel
my life, my brain it's in a muddle
every step is taken in a puddle
of loneliness, hate, misery or ****

I'm not easy not one little bit
Did we give you a fright?
youth is wasted on the young
well I'm young and having fun
without the need to own a gun
"take this" no thanks,
it's been done
as if I'm the only one
who believed in forever young

I'm playing the cards
but I'm playing so wrong
poker face is transparent
personality is fluorescent
so in essence adolescence
will end in a second

So don't even beckon
with a nod
Another day starts
another night gone
where did the time go?
where did I go wrong?
missing my former self
like a long lost friend
but I wish him good health
can only reach him by pen
I haven't slept yet
there's one letter I gotta send
can't look in the mirror
too tired, when is it gonna end

a thousand questions no answers
why the **** am I like this?
a life is built on little chances
maybe it's genetic, fantastic
if I had kids and they got this
if I had a mind then I've lost it
if I can't bare the pain myself
how can I share this sadness?
but I already do
because it's madness for two

to my mother, I love ya
to my father, I love ya
to my sisters, I love ya
to my girlfriend, I love ya
to my friends, I love ya
to the meds, I love ya
to my docs, I love ya
to my former self, I love ya

to the thing I am
to the man I was
the pressure is pressure
and I'm a hairpin trigger
something hard yet soft
like my wasted brain
when will I go off?
every suicidal thought
has got me caught off guard
nobody said it would be easy
never said it would be this hard
feel like I'm watching my life
end from afar, everyday is
an outer body experience
restlessness got me delirious
and I just thought about death
again so this could be serious

Can't see a way out today
chemical imbalances are not okay
stopped taking my meds
want to lose the fight my way
**** what the doctors say
it's all well and good to say
it helps to talk to someone
but I can't find the words today

to my mother, I love ya
to my father, I love ya
to my sisters, I love ya
to my girlfriend, I love ya
to my friends, I love ya
to my meds, I love ya
to my docs, I love ya
to my former self, I miss ya
I am nothingness
everything and anything
indifference and numbness too
I am a struggle
sometimes lovable and I care, I do
I am the pain
pure happiness and ecstasy
through and through

I remember a time
seemingly so very long ago
when I was filled with life
and had abundant love to give
I remember the nights
they seemed to never end
when I couldn't help but smile
didn't need to pretend then
I've never been fond of change
this one is a particular pain
the same words only smaller
I guess size really does matter
in every sense and every way
the impact just isn't the same
I miss being able to see faces
why do things get complicated
in the search for simplicity.
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