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Don't say goodbye
Time to rehash all this pain on this scribe
These tears can't be understood, so no need for my feelings to be televised
See I try and I try to heal on my own
But emotions come with side effects so I'd rather stay in my zone
To feel alone, is to feel without a backbone
One minute they hate you, then they love you
Feels like I'm being stoned
They want to bag me up and sell me off like some groceries
Then read about me in the past tense in obituaries
I can't be the only one feeling lonely like this
But hey life comes with trials and error that are served on an iron fist
I can't take flight and fly away, like that of a
Crippled bird with an injured wing
Never the one to fit in
Some call me lame, but hey with the uniqueness I possess
You will know my name even if it doesn't ring the same
Count my blessings and count the many secrets I am harboring
Looking out this windows of mine, I see pellets of rain making love to the ground
I imagine myself becoming one with the rain and evaporate
I also imagine myself becoming one with the light and have this darkness that hinders me finally dissipate
Here ye here ye old common folks, maybe when I'm gone
You all will see me and use my once blind existence as a way to hold a shallow commemoration
A commemoration filled with fake tears and awe I wish I was here
These tears can't be understood, so no need for my feelings to be televised
See I try and I try to heal on my own
But emotions come with side effects so I'd rather stay in my zone
To feel alone, is to feel without a backbone
One minute they hate you, then they love you
Feels like I'm being stoned
They want to bag me up and sell me off like some groceries
Then read about me in the past tense in obituaries
I can't be the only one feeling lonely like this
But hey life comes with trials and error that are served on an iron fist
I can't take flight and fly away, like that of a
Crippled bird with an injured wing
Never the one to fit in
Some call me lame, but hey with the uniqueness I possess
You will know my name even if it doesn't ring the same
Count my blessings and count the many secrets I am harboring
Looking out this windows of mine, I see pellets of rain making love to the ground
I imagine myself becoming one with the rain and evaporate
I also imagine myself becoming one with the light and have this darkness that hinders me finally dissipate
Here ye here ye old common folks, maybe when I'm gone
You all will see me and use my once blind existence as a way to hold a shallow commemoration
A commemoration filled with fake tears and awe I wish I was here
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