The words so blunt, so true
Your problems laid out on the table
You see your self, inside you feel inadequate, worthless, broken, and damaged
How can you feel good again
How can you get this pain to go away
You change your hair, you paint your face
In the end you are still a mess
You think about not being here so very often
The good things are not there anymore
The things you attach yourself to are moving on
Where did your passion go
You are content on doing nothing
No more motivation
No more use
You live your days numb and abused
Let's go back to the start, when things were not so fucked up...
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