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WOE AND SUFFERING

 
I'm finding it harder just to close my eyes
Four hours of sleep before the daily grind
And sleep in on weekends just to waste time
Then tell you I was busy under a false smile
Never ask me what being me feels like
Speaking to me is suffering frostbite
And don't tell yourself that you'd rather break ice
To choose darkness over what warmth provides


Empty voice on the tape
Blank face in the photograph
When the shadows rise, I'll be there alive
I'd trade my strength for fear
To show you that I'm here
When the world is gone, I'll be there alone


Sometimes I'm just tired, just need some space
I feel like time is just slipping slowly away
I'll say exactly what you want me to say
It's not a game, but an instrument I play
There's fair warning in every step you take
Don't want another precipice to swiftly break
Of tears that fall into the void of the evening rain
Just wish sometimes that they were mine to fake


Empty voice on the tape
Blank face in the photograph
When the shadows rise, I'll be there alive
I'd trade my strength for fear
To show you that I'm here
When the world is gone, I'll be there alone


Everyone I've lost, they gave their all
It's not misery, it's just raising of walls
Not for me, but because I do feel small
For I know that I am the one at fault


Even when it's easy, it's really not though
To feign compassion that you want to show
And nervous laughter when you'd rather be alone
Can't even mourn a death under falling snow
It's enough to make someone feel like the lowest low
A bitter fruit is plucked by trees that won't grow
Rancid taste in the mouths of those who in time will know
Don't trade happiness for a seed that you'll never sow


Empty voice on the tape
Blank face in the photograph
When the shadows rise, I'll be there alive
I'd trade my strength for fear
To show you that I'm here
When the world is gone, I'll be there alone


Look at me and tell me you still feel depressed
I'm walking on glass to find what filled my chest
But self-harm will never be the choice that's best
I'd rather suffer through, than watch another death
Written by UbiquitousVoid (. . . . . . . . .)
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