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I want to cease to exist, but I know I’m not going to

Just remain dead to everyone but myself

You want nothing from me, because I don’t have anything

And nothing is bound to go right

Everything is bound

To keep me grounded

Six feet under

That’s where I’d rather be

Because nobody ever seems to care

When it all comes down to me

Now I know who’s real and who’s fake

Who was really there and who wishes they weren’t

Dead to everyone but myself



What’s keeping me alive?

You’re not keeping me here

I’m going nowhere, I bet you’d like to see me fall

Because you never even knew me, through and through it all

And maybe the fact is that nobody does, including myself

It’s all come down to this, down to nothing left

All these regrets keep flooding back

Becoming so hard to breathe

I should have been myself, but I didn’t care less

Left without knowing what could have been

Have to settle for what never will be



Someone please take hold and never let go

But you will, but you will

I’m already so far out of reach from you

If only it could be closer, if only I could have known

You’ll never give me a chance

You all just leave me dead, so that’s what I’ll always be



I don’t need your problems, I’ve already got my own

There’s no way you could understand

what you’re all putting me through

And I bet you wouldn’t even care if I died today,

because I know you didn’t when I was alive

I tried to reach for help only to get my hands cut off

It’s not like you would understand anyway

You all have everything, while I have nothing

You don’t know how that feels

You’ll never know, because at least you’ve seen the light

You all have hopes and dreams, while I’m left with dirt

But don’t pity me, just understand that

I need something I will never have

And I’m never going to get, so I might as well forget



I lost it and now it’s not coming back

Everyone who was there before just turns their backs

It’s not like you don’t have the time, it’s just that you don’t care

But if I were you, even I wouldn’t care about me

So it’s not like I’d blame you

Everyone is better then me

I don’t even deserve to be

I don’t deserve anything that will never be given to me

Because this isn’t hell, this is reality

I’m most likely to be forgotten

But I thank the few who even bothered to remember

Who even bothered to consider bringing me out of this dirt

But when I’m gone, you’ll all understand

Until then you’ll never know who I am