It's 5am I haven't slept sleat all, just thoughts of how I might struggle through tomorrow. Too much time in one day, too much time to occupy with boring thoughts, boring moods, boring bedtimes. Won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone. It's hard to write this song, it's all a joke. It's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead. I might be leaving soon.
Lyrics that seem to be written based on your lifetime. I've been getting into art lately, trying to not spend all my time online, posting lifeless tweets about reality, once again, sadness is easier... and I'm taking the hard way (from now on).
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