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6.9.21 I feel it everywhere all the time Everything And its like I can’t help but get overwhelmed My behavior controlled by generations before My finger a weapon My body the target When will I hurt less When will the pain go away? Hard times don’t last But when they’re here they make up for every lost moment Every moment I felt joy left lifeless Every glimpse of light blown away With just one glance, One moment, One story, That’s the scary part How quick, how easily, its all just blown away Effortlessly into smoke, Into oblivion Like it never existed Like I don’t exist anywhere but the pain Like the pain is my new identity Like I am exiled to spend the rest of my days inside of the ache Nothing matters sometimes When my body is my wallet When the way I appear is who I am I scrape every bit of confidence out of my mind And I replace it all with shame I do that sometimes All the time Forget who I really am And then come back begging on my knees Please take me back home Please let me lay in your arms again Ive had enough of the life I’ve been living Ive had enough of the ache that takes hold Drowns me while I’m still on the surface In front of you Watching you watch me drown Watching you watch me Drown
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Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
A Low & The Aftermath
6.9.21 I feel it everywhere all the time Everything And its like I can’t help but get overwhelmed My behavior controlled by generations before My finger a weapon My body the target When will I hurt less When will the pain go away? Hard times don’t last But when they’re here they make up for every lost moment Every moment I felt joy left lifeless Every glimpse of light blown away With just one glance, One moment, One story, That’s the scary part How quick, how easily, its all just blown away Effortlessly into smoke, Into oblivion Like it never existed Like I don’t exist anywhere but the pain Like the pain is my new identity Like I am exiled to spend the rest of my days inside of the ache Nothing matters sometimes When my body is my wallet When the way I appear is who I am I scrape every bit of confidence out of my mind And I replace it all with shame I do that sometimes All the time Forget who I really am And then come back begging on my knees Please take me back home Please let me lay in your arms again Ive had enough of the life I’ve been living Ive had enough of the ache that takes hold Drowns me while I’m still on the surface In front of you Watching you watch me drown Watching you watch me Drown
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Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
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