how do you say just how you feel
when you float through life like it isnβt even real?
how do you know when enough is enough?
when every day is getting more rough.
why do you pray to some god above?
hoping heβll hear you and send down some love.
how do you stop all the pain inside?
when you canβt see the truth for selfish pride.
why do you keep hope, as if things might change?
when youβre real with yourself it just feels strange.
how do you fix all the problems youβve made?
trading the devil your soul to feel less afraid.
why canβt you wake up and accept your guilt?
after all, this is the world you built, your fate fulfilled.
when do you wake up, see itβs all a big dream?
is there nothing better than filling the space in between?
when does it end, this human condition?
why canβt I survive it, without drug addiction?
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