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a coma might feel better than this, attempting to discover where to begin. youre weighed down, youre full of something. Of sickness and desertion.youre weighed down, youre full of something, youre underneath it all. So say goodbye to love and hold your head up high. theres no need to rush were all just waiting, waiting to die. hoping a better place is all I need with moments of innocence and mystery. oh, its the little things you miss. like waking up all alone. oh, its the little things you miss when you're underneath it all. all your friends seem like enemies when you're broken down and empty.