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Walking these streets, empty as I roam

I can stand in a crowd and still feel so alone

I can stand by your side and still feel dead

I try to keep up but my feet feel like lead

Just wanting to be accepted so I follow the trend

Gain more acquaintences, but never any friends

Been broken and stepped on one too many times

Maybe one day It will sink in before I cross the line

Once I had high hopes but they got fucked up

So I stepped back and now I trust no one

No expectations because I feel undeserving

No love needed here because I am not worthy

Tried to please someone, But I failed

Couldnt handle all the times those I cared for yelled

Run into darkness to hide my tears

Cant let them see my fears

So Yet I still walk alone, still so insecure

Happiness doesnt exist, at least not for me, of that I am sure

Slipping through the surface, need to break through

You dont want to see the damage I could do