| Answering my own questions snuggled up in bed, «Why? |
| Oh, why?»
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| There’s no mental stimulation lastly, despair, failure, confusion.
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| But for who do and why do I… for who and why do I exist?
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| Attitude, words, with no place to go,
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| so lethargic when I’m like this.
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| Deny it all, close your eyes toward depression and melancholy
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| blindly stretching out my hand, what do I want to grab?
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| What am I hoping to grasp?
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| The exaltation that I lost, I’m taking a negative view of my hopes,
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| hopes and future, trap them in, look away in pain,
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| embracing the hopes of losing the bruises,
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| wrapping up the bruised heart and healing it.
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| No need to rush, don’t rush it, the guide is growing every day.
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| All the time, all the time.
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| I was freezing, but got healed by the warmth.
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| I got from those all 'round me, so many times.
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| All the time, all the time.
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| I was freezing, but got healed by the warmth.
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| I got from those all 'round me, keep looking for your warm hearts. |