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It's No Use... Forgive Me if I'm Distant
I can try to explain until I'm blue in the face
No amount of expression eases this insanity I feel inside
I'm forced to compress this chaos within me
Writing pretty lines for all to see
Scribbling crooked and messy splattered messages for my own eyes
Searching for peace on the back of aching, sore eyelids
Dehydrated from tears and starved of the haphazard coping mechanisms I'm so used to
I'm sober and celibate
My energy is gone
I'm tired
So tired
No amount of expression eases this insanity I feel inside
I'm forced to compress this chaos within me
Writing pretty lines for all to see
Scribbling crooked and messy splattered messages for my own eyes
Searching for peace on the back of aching, sore eyelids
Dehydrated from tears and starved of the haphazard coping mechanisms I'm so used to
I'm sober and celibate
My energy is gone
I'm tired
So tired
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