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I’ve never been one to complain
But what do we have here
Sure doesn’t look like much
We’ve got an age-old disease with no end in sight
I feel it around me sinking us deeper
Into the doubting
What’d we do wrong?
Clouds of anger doubting if it’s real
What’d we do wrong?
So much love I question if I feel
We just want a chance
I'm tired of the hate
Just want to sleep it off
And wake up alive
We’re tired of answering the questions
We have no hope of believing
More doubt, more pain
Epiphanies are fake
When you’re labeled insane
Sleep is the only thing
I look forward to
It stops the anger
Let’s me forget it’s true
And for a while it’s all just a dream
Something we’ve created; no one hears the scream
There’s nothing for us here
Might as well end it here
Were lost
In our heads
No more
Pleasure for the dead
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