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When I was younger I've been on the receiving end Always getting what others got for themselves Now that I'm older I see myself giving in I question why some people are kind to me How could they when all I am is negative energy I dreamed a world where I could wish on a shooting star When I looked at the sky I wondered where the stars were My demons held me down until I felt a pain that's sharp I gasped for air woke up in the dark I would rather live than be alive forever Living for myself is my only desire If Autumn ever comes around to change my mind I know then I can happy and leave my past behind Move like water around the rocks resting in a stream Is how I live never overcoming anything To move like birds in a forest that's so green Is how I want to dwell before I am deceased I dreamed I surpassed everyone's expectations by far To imagine such a reality seemed too bizarre Every time I want to move forward, all I can feel is the walls in the dark
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
What's my dream? To sleep long enough to have them.
When I was younger I've been on the receiving end Always getting what others got for themselves Now that I'm older I see myself giving in I question why some people are kind to me How could they when all I am is negative energy I dreamed a world where I could wish on a shooting star When I looked at the sky I wondered where the stars were My demons held me down until I felt a pain that's sharp I gasped for air woke up in the dark I would rather live than be alive forever Living for myself is my only desire If Autumn ever comes around to change my mind I know then I can happy and leave my past behind Move like water around the rocks resting in a stream Is how I live never overcoming anything To move like birds in a forest that's so green Is how I want to dwell before I am deceased I dreamed I surpassed everyone's expectations by far To imagine such a reality seemed too bizarre Every time I want to move forward, all I can feel is the walls in the dark
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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