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so close but so detached
not quite a perfect match
and by my sacred laws, all truth becomes a wash
reality is cr-ss but i won’t be walking the same path
treading off the beaten track
beneath my feet i hear you snap
beneath my feet i hear you snap
always poised and ready to attack
but never run to just sit down and chat

well sometimes, i do feel abandoned
but i don’t want not to sound too demanding
kidnapping feelings for a cheap ransom
then wiping my hands clean and moving the f-ck on as fast as can be done
mastery to some at my best
but behind closed doors i’m just like everybody else
struggling with weights on my chest
feeling like i’m settling for less
stressed out and depressed i guess

‘cause you’re so much better than this but i place my mines in the dumps, thinking it will only leave you with a couple of lumps
no lump sums, just some songs i scripted in my bedroom
late night, locked down, so sure i was going mental
so don’t get sentimental, it always just ends up drivel, leaving you all broken and miserable, individual
it’s pitiful the fact that you don’t keep your wits about you
why?

‘cause you’re capable to break away from this monotonous monopoly
just wish that once in a while, you’d take some time to talk to me ‘cause honestly, honestly, i just worry
(what am i saying? i’m sorry)
the thought weighs heavy on my mind, an everlasting burden in time that we can’t rewind or redo
but that don’t give me the blues ‘cause i know that this much is true
that it’s fine ‘cause i won’t forget you

so never in a million years will i get up and just leave
here i’ve shed too many tears for this to all be in vain
i’ve spent too many years looking at this world with disdain
too many irrational fears ‘cause disproportionate pain
watch all of my peers attempt to play the game and gaining nothing
despite the fact that they deserve the world, they’re being told to sit down, shut up and bag yourself a car, a house with a girl
if they’re lucky that is

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