I said, what's the point of living if youre waiting to the day you're in the ground or burned to ash.
Everyday i wake to the same permanent frown
Because if I'm this damn miserable at 20 how bad will I be when I hit my 40s
When "your world" is staring back at you with a agitated stare, what the fuck do you do?
Is there even any point to keep going on? What are we working for? I can't see enjoying my life anymore than I do right now.
Illl just keep getting worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse
And the words don't mean anything anymore, they're dried out, like me. I'm not trying anymore.
Put me to sleep. Out of misery, into the world of my dreams. Nothing will ever be so beautiful.
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