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Everything Fails
Don’t tell me it’s okay.
Don’t say I’m fine.
It’s me.
I am the barricade.
But we aren’t gonna watch you fade.
Why does it feel so lonely.
What happed to the purpose.
I fight to try and see the light.
Maybe they we’re all right.
But it’s only getting darker then night.
What do you do?
When the sadness is too much.
It stops you.
Controls you.
What do you do?
When the drugs matter more.
You’re passed out on the floor.
Watching the bills rise more and more.
You try to rise.
But everything fails.
Why am I back here?
It feels so strange.
To feel the rain.
In this distant atmosphere.
I don’t belong here.
I’m scared to speak.
Too scared to try.
Once I use to feel alive.
Why do I only feel dead inside?
I have to try.
What do you do?
When the grief is too much.
It stops you.
Controls you.
What do you do?
When you hate yourself more?
You’re cradled on the floor.
Feeling the weight crush you more and more.
You try to rise.
But everything fails.
Was it my life?
Could it be an alter ego?
I’m just trying to find the happiness
I lost years ago.
But everything fails.
My story was written just to die.
One day I will finally feel alive.
My strength is fading.
My breath is faint.
My heart beats slowly.
Slower and slower.
As everything fails.
Don’t say I’m fine.
It’s me.
I am the barricade.
But we aren’t gonna watch you fade.
Why does it feel so lonely.
What happed to the purpose.
I fight to try and see the light.
Maybe they we’re all right.
But it’s only getting darker then night.
What do you do?
When the sadness is too much.
It stops you.
Controls you.
What do you do?
When the drugs matter more.
You’re passed out on the floor.
Watching the bills rise more and more.
You try to rise.
But everything fails.
Why am I back here?
It feels so strange.
To feel the rain.
In this distant atmosphere.
I don’t belong here.
I’m scared to speak.
Too scared to try.
Once I use to feel alive.
Why do I only feel dead inside?
I have to try.
What do you do?
When the grief is too much.
It stops you.
Controls you.
What do you do?
When you hate yourself more?
You’re cradled on the floor.
Feeling the weight crush you more and more.
You try to rise.
But everything fails.
Was it my life?
Could it be an alter ego?
I’m just trying to find the happiness
I lost years ago.
But everything fails.
My story was written just to die.
One day I will finally feel alive.
My strength is fading.
My breath is faint.
My heart beats slowly.
Slower and slower.
As everything fails.
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