And Other Things From This Time Preview

Emotionally Stressed

I’m so sick of these feelings
This need to please everyone
When I know damn well it’s not good enough
Putting myself out on a daily basis
Backing my ass up and begging for the pain
Gambling on not winning at all
Why can’t everyone see that it’s all useless like me
Maybe they do or maybe they’re just too stupid to let go
Oh I forgot how immature I can seem
A constant reminder from the ones that have never even spoke to me
Cuts on my fingers make me as dumb as them
Must be in the water we drink and not in the way we think
Bleeding for a chance to say go fuck yourself
There’s nothing here except heart ache
And yet here I stay torturing my soul
A shitty romance of blood and bone
I am the source of all my pain
Directly fucking myself day after day
If giving up was so easy then why hasn’t it worked already
I blame my mother for reasons I don’t know…

Faithless

I have no faith in anyone who doesn’t have faith in me
Revolutionary I know, I had a dream once
Then woke up to reality
Subconscious thinking doesn’t mean anything
The world works on some other sort of level
Inherently fucked and grateful for the chance
It would be best if there is no God
How anyone could follow someone who abandoned them
Is beyond me, had a vision now I’m on another level
Invested in broken thoughts everything makes sense
Crossandra’s look great on your porch
Even better on your grave, a location we can’t avoid
Our ignorance rules our lives
So sick of justifying thoughts that should be common sense
The worlds not listening so maybe I should shut the fuck up
Where’s the fun in that
A constant stream of thought that means nothing at all

Bad Ideas

Sick in the head a thought of thoughtlessness
Broken English and broken bones
What does it mean to never belong
Shatter proof glass with a crack
Coming undone when there was never a whole
The beginning is the end that was the beginning to begin with
Hate everything about this world
Love most of all is a wasted emotion
Reciprocation is a one way thought
Springing up all over the place
A virus without a host
Goes on living for reasons unknown
There’s no end to the pain held within
The idea that any of this ever meant anything
Theory lost on the weak
Push ahead to live the dream
Trade everything for a moment of understanding (sleep)
Questions left unanswered left in the past
As they need to be
Forging ahead on bad ideas

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