https://youtu.be/ogQOykbSUKQ
The sway of distance
A suffering march
Lives tremble on and on
We usher burdens that see us through
Blinding light emanates guiding me from within
For I am just part of who I was back then
Where we were. When this all began
Inside this vision I am no longer in control of my own life
Sickened by surroundings. Occupied and weak
Tangled and desperate I expand
I am paper thin. Lines etched and carved from misery
Somebody help me please. Because I can never leave this place
I am afraid of becoming you
I'll deconstruct my self
For I am just a part of who I was
Where we were. When this all began
Something inside me. I cannot fix
So we begin again
So send me to my grave
Lives tremble on and on
But we are just a perception of a common theme
We are something more
I pretend I am better
I disconnect
Searching and believing
That we are something more
I pretend I am better
I disconnect
Right. Its not like im bored with life, there are things i still have to do, im just bored with current situation. But thatll be solved soon. The reason i havent completely given up is because i know theres more to this than.....this.
I think that is exactly what i dont need. To give. I feel like thats all ive ever been. Never on the receiving end (giggity). And giving all the time is exhausting. Especially with zero reward.
Im not afraid of death itself, or whats after this, its the....none-existance that bothers me. I dunno how to explain it. But yeah, like, knowing that you have a way out at any given time is a....good feeling....