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Making vows to the days we weren't even living yet, stowed away for a better time to think about, we're champions, masters far past Jedi, stale tasting but never time wasting, consuming maybe. I tried hard but failed, in flying colors no less, afterwards I just feel worn out, just way too old to last, like some of my favorite shoes. There's no better way to be broken in than broken, glued back together like the picture from the beginning, but the pieces get lost again and again.
Why is it such a big deal? It, it, it, weighing more than everything around. why don't I like having the light on? Why am I so tired? Torn between what I've always known and what has to happen. It was preheating when I left, it was burnt when I came back. Even though children are small they're not toys, thrown against the wall too many times they will break, and no blue acn bring them back. I want exactly what I want, when I want it, but when is that and what is it? Burning questions with freezing answers, what's the cruel side of the hand? Why do we all want to bleed with no bandage? And what took you so long? Waiting, waiting, waiting, why is it always like this, the cutting board and the cut, it doesn't always hurt, just the questions, because if this isn't what you always wanted then what did you want?
A boy full of useless questions and answers with the same vein. Sometimes I find myself in fatigue with resentment towards everything. This is one of those times, I don't have an excuse nor do I need one. I've been begging for answers and given the same beaten rag dolls back in sequential order from gray to grayer. There's a solution with no chemical formula, damn I'm a genuis.
Yeah sleep is the best medicine.
Why is it such a big deal? It, it, it, weighing more than everything around. why don't I like having the light on? Why am I so tired? Torn between what I've always known and what has to happen. It was preheating when I left, it was burnt when I came back. Even though children are small they're not toys, thrown against the wall too many times they will break, and no blue acn bring them back. I want exactly what I want, when I want it, but when is that and what is it? Burning questions with freezing answers, what's the cruel side of the hand? Why do we all want to bleed with no bandage? And what took you so long? Waiting, waiting, waiting, why is it always like this, the cutting board and the cut, it doesn't always hurt, just the questions, because if this isn't what you always wanted then what did you want?
A boy full of useless questions and answers with the same vein. Sometimes I find myself in fatigue with resentment towards everything. This is one of those times, I don't have an excuse nor do I need one. I've been begging for answers and given the same beaten rag dolls back in sequential order from gray to grayer. There's a solution with no chemical formula, damn I'm a genuis.
Yeah sleep is the best medicine.