After all these years, I find myself here.
Same chances different feeling.
We want what we can't have.
I have nothing.
I've learned to live with misery and that's saying something.
See, I've been walking on walls, I've been sleeping on ceilings, just to explain my pain, just to justify the meaning.
But what's it saying?
I was always told to be myself.
But what if I don't like myself?
What if I just feel so insecure, selfish, scared, ugly, embarrassed and worthless.
Permanent damage made from temporary feelings. I ask myself was it worth it.
Everybody's happy but me.
Everyone has someone but me.
My life is a lose lose lose lose lose situation.
I lose track of time when I think of the past.
I lose my sense of direction when I think about the future.
So I'm screaming out all my ex-prayers.
All the bullshit that got me here.
I wish I was a better person.
I wish she loved me.
See, its all pretend in the end.
Its all make believe.
All those things I wished so hard for.
I didn't need.
And all those people I tried to impress that just looked down on me. see less

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