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Feel
I used to feel the spring
Breaking through winter's cold
The rush of joy when summer leaves
Turned to autumn gold
I knew the pain of heartbreak
When losing a close friend
And the happiness when as a child
I watched the school day end
But now I've lost the meaning
To feel anything again
I want to feel something
But I'm not sure I even can
I don't know if I'm getting better
I don't know if I'm getting worse
I haven't killed myself yet
If that counts as a prize
I guess I finished first
But it's ok
I know I'm not crazy
Maybe a little high strung
I'm not running for the razors
Or looking for a gun
I'll get this figured out
Just like everything else
I got to lose all this baggage
And find myself
I know it's inside me
To be how I used to be
I'm just looking from
A different perspective
To see how I used to see
Breaking through winter's cold
The rush of joy when summer leaves
Turned to autumn gold
I knew the pain of heartbreak
When losing a close friend
And the happiness when as a child
I watched the school day end
But now I've lost the meaning
To feel anything again
I want to feel something
But I'm not sure I even can
I don't know if I'm getting better
I don't know if I'm getting worse
I haven't killed myself yet
If that counts as a prize
I guess I finished first
But it's ok
I know I'm not crazy
Maybe a little high strung
I'm not running for the razors
Or looking for a gun
I'll get this figured out
Just like everything else
I got to lose all this baggage
And find myself
I know it's inside me
To be how I used to be
I'm just looking from
A different perspective
To see how I used to see
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