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Heart seen in fragments Life is losing its fragrance Blood spilt to a new year Time brings new fears Surrounded by so many And I think its so funny That people are taking advice from me When I drown in vice, I cant even see And all these little people all alone Will die alone and I'm gonna die alone Still when they ring my phone I speak as if we aren't alone Together for a time Everything is fine I'm a liar, a grifter,  and a thief Giving people life and belief My price is cheap just a bit of time I rob the worry and make it mine I'll be just fine I'll be just fine But their not satisfied and neither am I Depressed unable to let go its okay to cry Give me your tears I'll let them dry And then I'll say goodbye So I can let my own tears fall alone Cause my tears are all my own I'll never share with them My scars and my sin Selfish, I keep it all to myself Loneliness and aches are my wealth All that I have ever had to myself All I ever had is myself
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
DeafBard
In passing, I forgot their names.
Heart seen in fragments Life is losing its fragrance Blood spilt to a new year Time brings new fears Surrounded by so many And I think its so funny That people are taking advice from me When I drown in vice, I cant even see And all these little people all alone Will die alone and I'm gonna die alone Still when they ring my phone I speak as if we aren't alone Together for a time Everything is fine I'm a liar, a grifter,  and a thief Giving people life and belief My price is cheap just a bit of time I rob the worry and make it mine I'll be just fine I'll be just fine But their not satisfied and neither am I Depressed unable to let go its okay to cry Give me your tears I'll let them dry And then I'll say goodbye So I can let my own tears fall alone Cause my tears are all my own I'll never share with them My scars and my sin Selfish, I keep it all to myself Loneliness and aches are my wealth All that I have ever had to myself All I ever had is myself
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feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they say don't it's bad for you, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some crack-addled ***** frustration at every turn, as I see the corridors of my mind; a dead end every time, and maybe the migraines are a true sign of recent times pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they said don't it's bad for me, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some lonesome lowlife I understand the kettle's whistle, tormented and brought to boiling point, tortured by the very talents that give it purpose am I a kettle or a joke to you? pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
finley-pietersen
Self Commiseration
feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they say don't it's bad for you, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some crack-addled ***** frustration at every turn, as I see the corridors of my mind; a dead end every time, and maybe the migraines are a true sign of recent times pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they said don't it's bad for me, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some lonesome lowlife I understand the kettle's whistle, tormented and brought to boiling point, tortured by the very talents that give it purpose am I a kettle or a joke to you? pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so
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