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In a treacherous day, built of stone not of clay
Questioning everything, for a hope or a cure
Just wanting to find his place in the world
Living in yesterday to avoid living tomorrow
In yesterday, he has no future
He's a rival it seems, against his hopes and his dreams
He seems happy to serve, in this purposeless place
Just searching for his little piece of the world
With the state of his mind, is there a chance he could find
The little peace he deserves, for a moment of calm
Just so he can find himself at one with the world
Living in yesterday to avoid living tomorrow
In yesterday, he has no future
Ok, I'm back on anti-depressants again. I don't think they've properly kicked in yet, though I'm getting the complete lack of appetite and the dry throat that accompanied them when I was on them when I was 17. Oh well.
I really hope that they calm me down though... This living on edge shit is getting old, as is the recurrant suicidal ideaology. And the lack of sleep. I'm cautiously hopeful this time though, every other time I've been skeptical. I also have to start doing therapy twice a week now instead of fortnightly.
Guess I'm more screwed up and average than I originally thought.
So beat it... Just beat it! o/
Questioning everything, for a hope or a cure
Just wanting to find his place in the world
Living in yesterday to avoid living tomorrow
In yesterday, he has no future
He's a rival it seems, against his hopes and his dreams
He seems happy to serve, in this purposeless place
Just searching for his little piece of the world
With the state of his mind, is there a chance he could find
The little peace he deserves, for a moment of calm
Just so he can find himself at one with the world
Living in yesterday to avoid living tomorrow
In yesterday, he has no future
Ok, I'm back on anti-depressants again. I don't think they've properly kicked in yet, though I'm getting the complete lack of appetite and the dry throat that accompanied them when I was on them when I was 17. Oh well.
I really hope that they calm me down though... This living on edge shit is getting old, as is the recurrant suicidal ideaology. And the lack of sleep. I'm cautiously hopeful this time though, every other time I've been skeptical. I also have to start doing therapy twice a week now instead of fortnightly.
Guess I'm more screwed up and average than I originally thought.
So beat it... Just beat it! o/