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They All Tell Me
I feel alone.
How can I not?
Everyone says they care about my future,
but yet they won't help me strive.
They say I need to let it go,
but how can you change into something you don't know?
They tell me to get back to myself,
but myself is all I am.
They tell me I'm going to throw it all away,
yet I feel like I just did.
How is it that a substance can make things so blurry?
Is it possible to really change your reality so much?
My perspective doesn't seem any different to me,
yet they tell me I'm so much better clean.
How can I not?
Everyone says they care about my future,
but yet they won't help me strive.
They say I need to let it go,
but how can you change into something you don't know?
They tell me to get back to myself,
but myself is all I am.
They tell me I'm going to throw it all away,
yet I feel like I just did.
How is it that a substance can make things so blurry?
Is it possible to really change your reality so much?
My perspective doesn't seem any different to me,
yet they tell me I'm so much better clean.
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