If necessity is the mother of invention and and misery is inspiration, why would anyone want to be satisfied or happy.
I poached from myself but couldn't remember anything but one line. Nothing is cool about this except for my voice when I sing it... b/c I'm sick.
Eyes wide open
While the world still sleeps
Only angels know
The secrets I keep
I hate this place
But where am I
Nowhere special
Just a place inside
I loved you once
You loved me too
At least I thought you did
But you thought so too
I hate this breath
I hate this one too
It's taking me nowhere
But further from you
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