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Here's what you have to do:
To preface, I got home and just started writing because I didn't have anything to write about. I actually felt motivated to do homework, but that fact made me feel worse, so I procrastinated by writing this. I was also exhausted from track, so I wrote it basically while sleeping. ...
Why am I not missing everything I ever thought I needed?
What makes me better off without it?
I want to enjoy those things again,
But forcing them on does no good.
When was hard work ever any fun?
So what's gotten into me now?
This is crazy, this feeling of complete satisfaction.
What's the point anymore? Everything's a zero, neutral, existing, but not there. See? I told you it made no sense.
The season's changing. Maybe it will take me along.
Not take me back, but give me something new.
I don't even feel like screaming.
I can't really say I feel anything.
Maybe there's no one to care about.
But I had so much before.
They just let me down,
So I guess I learned what I'd wanted to.
And now I'd give anything to care again.
I'm tired now, let me go to sleep
And wake up in a time of dispair and unrest.
I just want to know how it feels again.
Here I am, just forcing words out of my mouth,
With hopes of hearing something worthwhile.
Empty inside and out, this world's not for me.
What's so successful about "success" if that's all I can get out of it?
Where's the pride?
Who cares?
Sleeping does no good
When I'll be waking up to another yesterday.
Tell me later, let me sleep until I'll care.
Something's starving me of any worth.
I want to hurt again,
I want to hate chores,
I long for that feeling that makes me want to belong.
I'm happy I'm not depressed.
I want to be made to give in.
I want to be ugly,
I want to care what you think.
I want to be scared, and afraid of the future,
I want to make people angry.
I want to be dependent.
I want to do more than sigh.
I want to feel deprived.
I want to look in the mirror and not see the smooth wall behind me.
I don't know what I want,
I can tell you one thing I don't.
But I'm fine.
To preface, I got home and just started writing because I didn't have anything to write about. I actually felt motivated to do homework, but that fact made me feel worse, so I procrastinated by writing this. I was also exhausted from track, so I wrote it basically while sleeping. ...
Why am I not missing everything I ever thought I needed?
What makes me better off without it?
I want to enjoy those things again,
But forcing them on does no good.
When was hard work ever any fun?
So what's gotten into me now?
This is crazy, this feeling of complete satisfaction.
What's the point anymore? Everything's a zero, neutral, existing, but not there. See? I told you it made no sense.
The season's changing. Maybe it will take me along.
Not take me back, but give me something new.
I don't even feel like screaming.
I can't really say I feel anything.
Maybe there's no one to care about.
But I had so much before.
They just let me down,
So I guess I learned what I'd wanted to.
And now I'd give anything to care again.
I'm tired now, let me go to sleep
And wake up in a time of dispair and unrest.
I just want to know how it feels again.
Here I am, just forcing words out of my mouth,
With hopes of hearing something worthwhile.
Empty inside and out, this world's not for me.
What's so successful about "success" if that's all I can get out of it?
Where's the pride?
Who cares?
Sleeping does no good
When I'll be waking up to another yesterday.
Tell me later, let me sleep until I'll care.
Something's starving me of any worth.
I want to hurt again,
I want to hate chores,
I long for that feeling that makes me want to belong.
I'm happy I'm not depressed.
I want to be made to give in.
I want to be ugly,
I want to care what you think.
I want to be scared, and afraid of the future,
I want to make people angry.
I want to be dependent.
I want to do more than sigh.
I want to feel deprived.
I want to look in the mirror and not see the smooth wall behind me.
I don't know what I want,
I can tell you one thing I don't.
But I'm fine.