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Given Up
My sense of self slowly eradicates
I feel the air within me quickly freeze
I’m howling into a wind that brings
Silent whispers to land me on my knees
Inside an isolated world contained
Where I cannot find warmth and heat
I’m being swallowed by emptiness
Which throws me off my feet
I’ve painted myself a canvas of horror
Throwing daggers at me with each look
My skin is fatigued from all the breaks
This pain has my body feeling shook
I’ve had enough I’ve given up
This game takes my will and defeats
Beaten by a mass of ominous demons
I must run to my grave and see what I meet
I feel the air within me quickly freeze
I’m howling into a wind that brings
Silent whispers to land me on my knees
Inside an isolated world contained
Where I cannot find warmth and heat
I’m being swallowed by emptiness
Which throws me off my feet
I’ve painted myself a canvas of horror
Throwing daggers at me with each look
My skin is fatigued from all the breaks
This pain has my body feeling shook
I’ve had enough I’ve given up
This game takes my will and defeats
Beaten by a mass of ominous demons
I must run to my grave and see what I meet
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