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Alone, maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore Can't fall asleep or remember what it was like before Quietly lie, say I feel fine, as they check in for the hundredth time I don't belong, I don't belong here Stop saying that time is the best medicine It's been months and I'm still not healing You can't stop someone after they've already jumped in Nothing, nobody knows how I'm feeling And everyone thinks they understand Say "I go through that all the time" No you don't, otherwise you wouldn't be smiling Blanket beneath my chin, stare at the TV Even when it's off, and the wind blows free And it feels like it's taunting me because I can't leave I'm not bad, I'm not good, so what am I? Please don't stick around. I don't want a glass of water. Don't leave the curtains open, I don't want the light of day Drown my feelings, I'm not the perfect daughter You wanted, I tried but I died along the way And the pain turns to hurt And the bad turns to worse Like I thought it would go. You could never feel All this pain, yes it's real And it's like wildfire through my mind And I'm falling through air Feels like I'm not there Maybe I'm dead Alone Is that such a bad thing anymore?
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
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Alone, maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore Can't fall asleep or remember what it was like before Quietly lie, say I feel fine, as they check in for the hundredth time I don't belong, I don't belong here Stop saying that time is the best medicine It's been months and I'm still not healing You can't stop someone after they've already jumped in Nothing, nobody knows how I'm feeling And everyone thinks they understand Say "I go through that all the time" No you don't, otherwise you wouldn't be smiling Blanket beneath my chin, stare at the TV Even when it's off, and the wind blows free And it feels like it's taunting me because I can't leave I'm not bad, I'm not good, so what am I? Please don't stick around. I don't want a glass of water. Don't leave the curtains open, I don't want the light of day Drown my feelings, I'm not the perfect daughter You wanted, I tried but I died along the way And the pain turns to hurt And the bad turns to worse Like I thought it would go. You could never feel All this pain, yes it's real And it's like wildfire through my mind And I'm falling through air Feels like I'm not there Maybe I'm dead Alone Is that such a bad thing anymore?
#sad#room#melancholy#depression#alone#bad#good#death
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rose-13
13/F/Hong Kong
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
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