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sometimes we think the time goes by so very fast
and always ask ourselves 'where did the time go?'
but instead what really happens is we are finding out last
that none of those stars are alive, we're all dead just too slow to know
sometimes i ask myself why i even care, since i know shit isnt right
and half the time it isnt fair
i ask myself the questions over and over again
without a single answer to share with a single friend
sometimes i wonder what it would be like to dissapear
since time isnt linear, we only receive it that way here
i wonder if i'd appear in a totally different atmosphere
or never come back to see the ones i loved or even feared
but seriously, i ponder every single move
that i make or need to make in my pathetic life
what puzzles me is my ability to take it all in stride
and instead, carry all the blame for every single lie
and hide the shame inside the tears that are never cried
infront of those who should have your back no matter whats inside
whether its a degenerative disease that eats me alive
sometimes it seems less painful to just die by way of knife
or run into the road without any given sign
but accepting what we're dealing with is one more way of mine
to determine whats impossible and step once more out of line
to once more define my very way of defying
the hellbent system thats so fucked without me crying
because i wont give them that pleasure, like laying down and dying
so we look them in the eyes before they shoot us for implying
that we were saints and angels not capable of lying
so crucify us for our sins because i cant escape the blame
but i cannot either take them back or set myself to shame
im so tired of being unknown how can you deny fame?
im tired of being so lonely that being dead would be the same.
and always ask ourselves 'where did the time go?'
but instead what really happens is we are finding out last
that none of those stars are alive, we're all dead just too slow to know
sometimes i ask myself why i even care, since i know shit isnt right
and half the time it isnt fair
i ask myself the questions over and over again
without a single answer to share with a single friend
sometimes i wonder what it would be like to dissapear
since time isnt linear, we only receive it that way here
i wonder if i'd appear in a totally different atmosphere
or never come back to see the ones i loved or even feared
but seriously, i ponder every single move
that i make or need to make in my pathetic life
what puzzles me is my ability to take it all in stride
and instead, carry all the blame for every single lie
and hide the shame inside the tears that are never cried
infront of those who should have your back no matter whats inside
whether its a degenerative disease that eats me alive
sometimes it seems less painful to just die by way of knife
or run into the road without any given sign
but accepting what we're dealing with is one more way of mine
to determine whats impossible and step once more out of line
to once more define my very way of defying
the hellbent system thats so fucked without me crying
because i wont give them that pleasure, like laying down and dying
so we look them in the eyes before they shoot us for implying
that we were saints and angels not capable of lying
so crucify us for our sins because i cant escape the blame
but i cannot either take them back or set myself to shame
im so tired of being unknown how can you deny fame?
im tired of being so lonely that being dead would be the same.