Waste of space,
the one that I fill
I feel nothing but dread
I try to dream but all I do is crash
Flying like a ball of flame, I fall.
My emotions chained to me,
a smile permanently sewn into place.
What am I doing here?
Why do I keep going?
I do nothing but dream
and fall
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
Waste of space,
the one that I fill
I feel nothing but dread
I try to dream but all I do is crash
Flying like a ball of flame, I fall.
My emotions chained to me,
a smile permanently sewn into place.
What am I doing here?
Why do I keep going?
I do nothing but dream
and fall
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