i draw a blank as my heart begins to sink wile my head fills with fog making it impossible to think I feel alone all ti
i draw a blank as my heart begins to sink wile my head fills with fog making it impossible to think I feel alone all time even when there's someone next to me anxiety thrives wile I feel like pieces of my soul starts to die and even though I look up at the sky for an answer I get no reply leaving me to wander why silence has questioning what's the point if I choose to survive hope is seeming far out of reach what lesson was I to learn that life supposedly would teach i suppose I'm blind or maybe I'm to far put of reach stuck in the past I can't see my future im lost in a drunken stupor asked me how I'm doing ill falsely reply I'm doing super but thats my doragative lowsey so called demeanor im no schemer more or less a lost individual looking for a redeemer that nobody really knows and that's fine ive felt lonely alone for a long time before makes no difference Ive walk that line and ill walk it once more I know it's a long distant road the journey hardly warm felt but cold like stone but this is what feels like an abandoned home unfortunate as well something I wish to have never known and thats life sometimes so be it believe it or dont perceive it just because you can't see it doesn't mean I should have to repeat it I don't know about tomorrow nor todaymy somebody please push me wile i stand from the edge someone gonna end up dead taking a ride in a hurse shackled down by a casket pay no mind to trying this whole life was designed to be set up chaotic and drastic more or less a war game with ill intent and poor tactics
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i draw a blank as my heart begins to sink wile my head fills with fog making it impossible to think I feel alone all time even when there's someone next to me anxiety thrives wile I feel like pieces of my soul starts to die and even though I look up at the sky for an answer I get no reply leaving me to wander why silence has questioning what's the point if I choose to survive hope is seeming far out of reach what lesson was I to learn that life supposedly would teach i suppose I'm blind or maybe I'm to far put of reach stuck in the past I can't see my future im lost in a drunken stupor asked me how I'm doing ill falsely reply I'm doing super but thats my doragative lowsey so called demeanor im no schemer more or less a lost individual looking for a redeemer that nobody really knows and that's fine ive felt lonely alone for a long time before makes no difference Ive walk that line and ill walk it once more I know it's a long distant road the journey hardly warm felt but cold like stone but this is what feels like an abandoned home unfortunate as well something I wish to have never known and thats life sometimes so be it believe it or dont perceive it just because you can't see it doesn't mean I should have to repeat it I don't know about tomorrow nor todaymy somebody please push me wile i stand from the edge someone gonna end up dead taking a ride in a hurse shackled down by a casket pay no mind to trying this whole life was designed to be set up chaotic and drastic more or less a war game with ill intent and poor tactics
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