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Long story short: my mind's a much quieter place now, so why wouldn't I say goodbye?
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Everything I tell myself never stays.
Another day of self-loathing, another night of drinking myself to sleep.
I’m getting tired of the same routine.
I can’t help it or change anything.
I can’t help me or the thoughts i think.
They run rampant throughout my body, controlling me and everything that I plan to say or do.
I will look forward to better days and these lonely nights.
Hopefully, I will come around and stray from pointless fights.
Why do I find myself being so stressed from the things that shouldn’t matter anymore?
We worry about literally nothing, like we are masters in the craft, putting problems to the pointless in our path, and it leaves us suspended in a place that’s pretended in our heads.
We can’t face reality by ourselves, and...
I am not fine.
I am not okay.
At least I tell myself these things.
Maybe I just need to step back and breathe.
Everything’s fine.
Everything’s okay.
I just got to pick my battles, the ones that are most important to me.
I’ve got to learn to be more professional, but, y’know, fuck that.
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I wanna play some Smash (DECEMBER 7th!!!) and lose my mind from the top shelf.
Getting up, falling down, now crawling to the bathroom.
Where the fuck is Hyrule? (Hold on! Let me Google it!)
I’ve got the sword to Azeroth. (Oh, bullshit!)
Maybe I should stopped getting thrashed off Listerine.
Little engine couldn't hold his load, doing 45 in the pleasure zone.
Oh, what-the-fuck-ever.
It’ll never get better.
All hail the Shtinky.
Lower little river, you took my last breath.
I hope to equip the Jungle Key and to beat Taki.
It doesn't have to make sense.
It just helps me get some rest.
You know, I always thought, in a past life, I was just someone surviving.
Today, however, I can’t seem to get those right, even with everything greater in reach, in sight.
Full meal, still growling.
Full moon, still howling.
Take note: the beast holds notes to the beat of pathetic, sad tunes.
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I Can't Feel Your Legs
01:40
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I’m constantly going through a process in my head.
Well, I’m not sure which is worse: the fact that I have nothing left to live for or the fact that I’m so fucking useless.
If I stopped caring, would I be less sad, or would I still be dead inside?
I wonder how much shit that I’ll regret just to get my life on the right track.
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I’m the first come and go.
You’re the first to put me down the depths.
Sparse visits to water the seeds of my interest, you keep me conflicted and, at best, attached.
Ironic: no growth, stagnant in soil, left to drown in dirt.
I keep my distance.
Notice the lack of replies and accepting requests.
Letting the sour note sustain sourly.
I can’t forget when we last met.
Enough tomatoes to fuck up my fret board, you let my performance be drenched in laughter.
Twisted words and buried truths.
Never seen anyone as selfish as you.
Well, I think it’s time to let go now.
Honestly, I thought it would be a little bit harder.
All you wanted to do was bring me down and tear me apart.
I’m sorry things didn’t go the way that you hoped.
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Brolo el Cuñado
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Nobody cares about the Midwest. (x1,000,000,000)
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