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coma

I live my life like a coma
never coming back to this
world again.

the feeling is nice in a coma
no one will make me come back to this
world again.

im slowly floating away
feeling the pressure drop
i like it this way.

my body is calling
calling me back to this
world again.

drifting in a sea of black
with the bones on the mast
ive gone sailing far away.

my freinds are calling back to me
there leaving it all up to me
i could leave so easily. 

what the fuck is going on?
all i need is clarity
and someone to lead me.

slipping under the line
slipping farther away
its a miricle how long we stay

in a world thats full of shit
won't you help me?
bastard!

im still climbing through that wreckage
still fighting through the twisted dreams
won't you understand me?

i'll be waiting at the crossroads
waiting for you
where are you?

you cant mess with my head no more
i cant understand what fighting's for
no one can bother me anymore.

i wish you could see this
because there is nothing to see 
it's so peacful here and it's fine with me.

it's nice here by the shore
unlike the world i used to live
i never really wanted to live.

I still live my life like a coma
with all the reasons you give
its really hard to live. 

I should never tell you the things iv'e seen
and never tell you any reason why i should stay
im sure you would be better off without me anyway.

iv'e got my one way ticket
to my suicide
my one way to my last ride.

to much crass communication
will leave you in the cold
when you feel so weak and old.

But if thats where your heart is
you dont need a doctor
no one can save your soul.

You can watch them wave goodbye
hear them calling in the morning
hanging on the phone.

Hear them waiting for an answer
but you know nobody's home
but then the bells stopped ringing.

this is no ones fault
no one did this
but me.

I should of seen all the signs
i should of seen it coming
i was given too much time.

i will be still here waiting
still reach the point of breaking
watching the returns of my life and i know it will take time.

it will take time to heal those broken memories
that every human would need
just to survive.



 
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