The truth is i don't ever want to do a thing
All of this feels meaningless each breath i take
I find myself repeating all the little things
That make me feel pathetic in the very end
It's that i'm so used to it
Life becomes a boring mess again
And then i'm forced to arrange
A new begin in everything again
Whats the point in this
I never wanted this
My life's fading
Through the mist of abyss

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