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Looking for my smile
How can i explain these feelings in my head?
How can you express the feeling of being beyond dead?
Theres butterflies in my stomach and a tingling in my chest
The physical manifestation of everything Ive repressed
Voices taunting me nonstop in my mind
Everyone moving ahead and im being left behind
I go between complete and total numbness
And being overwhelmied with my emotions who does this?
Extreme happiness and elation
Always give way to complete devastation
I want someone to hold, someone to talk to
I want someone to listen to what i been going through
But i don't want to be touched and what is there to say?
I want to die every second of every fucking day
I hate myself so much that i want to kill me
At this point I dont even know the real me
Cuz im playing a role and its killing my soul
Im stuck in a hole and death is my goal
I cant trust cuz everyones out for themself
First you're a trophy then you sit on a shelf
I'd rather lie in a box cuz im so done with being alone
I sit here for hours and just stare at my phone
Nobodys callin or reaching out to check
My time would be better spent with a rope around my neck
Dangling gasping for air as the darkness closes in
And the voices all go silent and so do i with a grin
How can you express the feeling of being beyond dead?
Theres butterflies in my stomach and a tingling in my chest
The physical manifestation of everything Ive repressed
Voices taunting me nonstop in my mind
Everyone moving ahead and im being left behind
I go between complete and total numbness
And being overwhelmied with my emotions who does this?
Extreme happiness and elation
Always give way to complete devastation
I want someone to hold, someone to talk to
I want someone to listen to what i been going through
But i don't want to be touched and what is there to say?
I want to die every second of every fucking day
I hate myself so much that i want to kill me
At this point I dont even know the real me
Cuz im playing a role and its killing my soul
Im stuck in a hole and death is my goal
I cant trust cuz everyones out for themself
First you're a trophy then you sit on a shelf
I'd rather lie in a box cuz im so done with being alone
I sit here for hours and just stare at my phone
Nobodys callin or reaching out to check
My time would be better spent with a rope around my neck
Dangling gasping for air as the darkness closes in
And the voices all go silent and so do i with a grin
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