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Theres got to be a way to define the feeling, without breaking the meaning. Of being the one that no one could ever love, of being the one no one takes the time to think of.... Love, wonder if I will ever get any of that stuff, look up, and wonder if I will ever be enough nuff, nuff, nuff, nuff, and what , what , what, what could ever make up, up, up, up for it....
Feels like I'm worth nothing to the world even at its minimums
cuz since I was young when it comes
To making something more
It was the success everyone ignores
cuz since age five I was the only one that keep track of my scores
Making every one of my heart beats more sore
so many masks I've wore
Trying to complete every one of my goals
To realize that they will never make me whole
As a child I was the silly kid that laughed whenever he could
Because when the chance was gone it was gone
I felt as if I was the only one
That could ever feel so low
In my life it was a basic
To have minimum pain of the day was having enough blood to taste it
So all I could do was enjoy every moment not waste it
But they just took me as a clown
Is there anything left for me?
It would be such a gift to see
That I was wrong, they don’t understand
this depression is more than because of an ended relationship
It’s the fact of another person that thinks their life is better without my face in it.
It’s like once again
I feel the adredelin that is always within
Feel like it’s too much blood I have bled
I had to understand I was never enough
They just keeping telling me to the point it’s just echoes in my head
"your the kid that will always mess up, always mess up, mess up, always mess up, you're the kid that will always mess up, up, mess up....”
Theres got to be a way to define the feeling, without breaking the meaning. Of being the one that no one could ever love, of being the one no one takes the time to think of.... Love, wonder if I will ever get any of that stuff, look up, and wonder if I will ever be enough nuff, nuff, nuff, nuff, and what , what , what, what could ever make up, up, up, up for it....
How can we heal something that has always ony been broken
Feels like I'm worth nothing to the world even at its minimums
cuz since I was young when it comes
To making something more
It was the success everyone ignores
cuz since age five I was the only one that keep track of my scores
Making every one of my heart beats more sore
so many masks I've wore
Trying to complete every one of my goals
To realize that they will never make me whole
As a child I was the silly kid that laughed whenever he could
Because when the chance was gone it was gone
I felt as if I was the only one
That could ever feel so low
In my life it was a basic
To have minimum pain of the day was having enough blood to taste it
So all I could do was enjoy every moment not waste it
But they just took me as a clown
Is there anything left for me?
It would be such a gift to see
That I was wrong, they don’t understand
this depression is more than because of an ended relationship
It’s the fact of another person that thinks their life is better without my face in it.
It’s like once again
I feel the adredelin that is always within
Feel like it’s too much blood I have bled
I had to understand I was never enough
They just keeping telling me to the point it’s just echoes in my head
"your the kid that will always mess up, always mess up, mess up, always mess up, you're the kid that will always mess up, up, mess up....”
Theres got to be a way to define the feeling, without breaking the meaning. Of being the one that no one could ever love, of being the one no one takes the time to think of.... Love, wonder if I will ever get any of that stuff, look up, and wonder if I will ever be enough nuff, nuff, nuff, nuff, and what , what , what, what could ever make up, up, up, up for it....
How can we heal something that has always ony been broken
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