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somebody Sep 2012
What’s the point of getting all dolled up for someone who doesn’t care?
What’s the point of wearing fancy clothes, or even brushing my hair?
Why should I eat breakfast when I know it’s just no use.
The energy wouldn’t help me even if I was with you.
Time is so slow, people stare, but no one says a word.
Too afraid I’ll lose my mind, because I’m not even aware of the world.
Tonight I’ll sleep but I won’t dream, and I won’t get any rest.
When I wake I know you’ll still be there.
But you won’t see me.
Do you know what it feels like to be so broken down,
You’re losing your own sanity, and just floating around,
Without a single idea of where you’re gonna go,
Everybody hates you when you always feel alone.
Do you know that it hurts me every time you breathe?
To watch you breathing next to her, it makes me wanna scream.
And when I’m all torn up inside and looking for a friend,
I have no one, and I’m just dying, waiting for the end.
What’s the point of asking questions, looking for the truth,
When all it gets you is the things that you already knew?
When everyone knows everyone and everything is great,
I’m the one who’s sitting there, staring into space.
The people I was friends with then, they’re strangers in my mind,
They look at me like I’m diseased,
And I just wanna hide.
I hate the sun, I hate the moon, I hate the ******* stars.
All I want is darkness, that might suffocate the sparks,
I want to fall, I want to sleep, I want the world to end.
Just so I don’t remember every time I bled.
Do you know what it feels like to be so broken down,
You’re losing your own sanity, and just floating around,
Without a single idea of where you’re gonna go,
Everybody hates you when you always feel alone.
Do you know that it hurts me every time you breathe?
To watch you breathing next to her, it makes me wanna scream.
And when I’m all torn up inside and looking for a friend,
I have no one, and I’m just dying, waiting for the end.
somebody Mar 2012
Do you try and make my life a living hell?
The words they use are bitter and distressed.
Do you want to make me feel so all alone?
The way you speak to me, it is not caring.
If the world ended tomorrow, would you look for me?
Chances are you wouldn't care at all.

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