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Junk Weight
What have I become?
Dont even know myself.
I just want to run,
Wont somebody help?
I just want to scream,
I just want to cry.
Is this all just a Dream?
So fucking empty am I.
My word is all I've had,
Now that, too, is a lie.
I feel so fucking bad,
I'd rather just be high.
The pin tears through my soul,
A scream silenced within.
But I've lost my control,
Another scream begins.
Wish I could fly away,
But broken wings wont fly.
I'm lost in disarray,
I hang my head and cry.
Just cry and cry into my hands,
This person isn't me.
This isn't who I really am,
This isn't who I want to be.
What have I become?
I've lost my will to dream.
I just want to numb,
Myself to everything.
I cant go on like this.
I'll surely kill myself,
Looking for my bliss.
Wont somebody help?
I used to be so proud,
I used to be so free.
Now I search for clouds,
Now I'm just a creep.
I've built up all this pain,
And shot it to the sky,
But I still feel the same,
I wish I could just fly.
Fly away from Me,
And all that I've become.
I no longer want to be,
So comfortably numb.
I want to be me again,
But only find Him in my sleep.
I want to be loved again,
But who could Love a Creep?
What have I become?
I used to be so great.
Wish I could find someone,
To heal all this self-hate.
Wont somebody save me?
Wont somebody try?
Does anyone believe,
That I'm still worth the time?
Dont even know myself.
I just want to run,
Wont somebody help?
I just want to scream,
I just want to cry.
Is this all just a Dream?
So fucking empty am I.
My word is all I've had,
Now that, too, is a lie.
I feel so fucking bad,
I'd rather just be high.
The pin tears through my soul,
A scream silenced within.
But I've lost my control,
Another scream begins.
Wish I could fly away,
But broken wings wont fly.
I'm lost in disarray,
I hang my head and cry.
Just cry and cry into my hands,
This person isn't me.
This isn't who I really am,
This isn't who I want to be.
What have I become?
I've lost my will to dream.
I just want to numb,
Myself to everything.
I cant go on like this.
I'll surely kill myself,
Looking for my bliss.
Wont somebody help?
I used to be so proud,
I used to be so free.
Now I search for clouds,
Now I'm just a creep.
I've built up all this pain,
And shot it to the sky,
But I still feel the same,
I wish I could just fly.
Fly away from Me,
And all that I've become.
I no longer want to be,
So comfortably numb.
I want to be me again,
But only find Him in my sleep.
I want to be loved again,
But who could Love a Creep?
What have I become?
I used to be so great.
Wish I could find someone,
To heal all this self-hate.
Wont somebody save me?
Wont somebody try?
Does anyone believe,
That I'm still worth the time?
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