There's this heavy thing on my chest
It makes me want to cry sometimes
It makes me want to die too
There's this unknown energy around me
It makes me want to feel so low
Lower than I have before
There's this thing that
Makes me choke for air
It pulls me far away from here
In the land unknown
Where souls only roam
They pass through the stars
And walk in the bars
They say they don't feel things
And past does not bother them
They convince me its better there
It's so much better than here
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
There's this heavy thing on my chest
It makes me want to cry sometimes
It makes me want to die too
There's this unknown energy around me
It makes me want to feel so low
Lower than I have before
There's this thing that
Makes me choke for air
It pulls me far away from here
In the land unknown
Where souls only roam
They pass through the stars
And walk in the bars
They say they don't feel things
And past does not bother them
They convince me its better there
It's so much better than here
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