Heal me. Break this pattern. This neverending stream of hopelessness Just as soon as I start to stand I am pulled back down to a crawl I almost feel nothing at all. All the time I just feel so small I cant accomplish anything when it all seems so pointless and the end makes the means not worth it at all Conscious saturation, selfish allegation, moving inside and breaking through the veins in the mold As I walk without aim down the streets of anywhere I see in shallow puddles an atrophied soul and a vacant stare Some day itll find you No one gets away from this so easily Do you have any heart? Do you have a conscience? They were so powerless and fragile ...they didnt have to go but your cowardice and senseless lusts took hold and brought you to hurt So few of us left to see them as theyre put into the earth You took them all and Im left to push on Does everyone truly die alone? I hope you die alone The next time you see my face it wont be recognizable The next time you hear my voice you wont even know its there And when you reach out to touch my face I hope the cold bites at your skin And as you cringe and stuff it down, youll know just what went wrong Kill me. Break this pattern. This neverending stream of heartlessness Just as soon as I start to stand I am pulled back down to a crawl I really feel nothing at all. All the time I just feel so small
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