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Sitting here,
On a long drive home
And just realizing
What’s the point in living,
I know it’s sad and pathetic
And wrong and sick
To think of such terrible things
But seriously,
I’ve been lying to myself, day in and day out
For more than centuries and longer than forever
I don’t know why…

But saying these things and trying to decipher
Why life is so short in length
What’s the point in…
The connection of perfect and pathetic,
Is me trying to worry everyone
With my subtle questions
And what if it’s all a dream
And you’re awaiting your shut eyes
To wake up, that would be pretty deceiving


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I don’t want to be alone
I don’t even want to know
It’s sickening, really and truly
I’m living a cold and lonely life
Giving my reasoning and questioning to just anyone
Is it wrong to think these things


Picking up where I left off….
At one point it seemed so easy to just smile
But after a long cold while,
I stop and stare at the world
And beyond its marking in the sky
I’m waiting for an open door to my deception
I don’t care enough to lie to you…it’s just that…


What’s the point in growing up
Awaiting lessons in everyday things
And getting older and getting drunk
And wasting money on the world
That’s so imperfect all by itself
And then getting older…
and going through more depressing birthdays
then you’re gone
I’m sorry, I just don’t see the point, in living in a phony old world