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3 A.M
02:07
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pushing my face with force onto the pillow to suffocate all the frustration left and accumulated for days and days turning all the good thoughts in the worst silent night mare // leaving all the hurts behind does not mean I will soon forget // midnight and still I’m awake beneath the sheets, 3 A.M and I know that I’ll never sleep, while the night leaves space to the morning glow, another day will start the same as before // leaving all the hurts behind does not mean I will soon forget, I will leave the hurts behind but I’m sure they won’t fade // what’s better than lo-fi music? To make this bittersweet sweeter // I’m not missing you anymore
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Bedroom Walls
03:19
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These bedroom walls won’t contain the void, these worthless things won’t fill my time // these books I read won’t last forever, these movies and CDs won’t distract me forever // just how long will it take, this pathetic while, to end? // and inside goes worse
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Pictures
02:50
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I could you aspect that I will forget things that you gave me to remember, since you stopped it all, I wish we never met, can’t deny you’re hard to forget // wait, we never had control, say, I think we lost it all // I could you aspect that I will forget things that you gave me to remember, since you stopped it all, I wish we never met, can’t deny you’re hard to forget, now that I’m alone, I’m crying all the day so, dear brain, please stop overthinking, we all must admit what we became, a sad generation with happy pictures // wait, we never had control, say, I think we lost it all
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the problem’s that sooner or later the night will end and the day will stop its time on our way, losing knowledge of things, things without skin, the truth is that we’re giving up on everything // I wish everything went slower // and waiting at the bus stop for your coming back and waiting, writing songs about nothing and everything I feel and I felt, would you ever hear them? // I wish everithing went slower // I wish everyone had more time
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Born From Dead Fears
03:08
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it’s hard to breathe when I keep on thinking of you every night, my lungs hurt when Itry to breathe and you come in my mind // maybe something new I hope to get there, nothing I knew seems to grow too much better than before, unless you come here t ogive me a sign // I realise now the desease, all those hopes born from dead fears // it’s hard to think on someone else when I got you mainly on my mind // I got something new, but it’s not enough, honestly I always knew // I realise now the desease, all those hopes born from dead fears
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Gloomy Nights
02:40
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I miss you with all my soul, I miss you with all my heart // Ineed you to complete my life, my eyes seem like waterfilled sinks // still dreaming on those peaceful hours laying naked on the bed, when purple skyes outside connected midwestern afternoons with gloomy nights // on and on
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Angeline
02:21
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I wish I could turn back in time to fix what went wrong, everytime I kept failing everytime i needed more time, everytime that I hurt you everytime that you hurt me, I know that only a sorry cannot fix anything // if we could turn to what we were // space loses all his logic, running is no longer useful if there’s noone coming to get you
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that was the morning I woke up and all my integrity felt apart, all that I planned for us turned in exactly nothing, I took some time to realise what you meant, my fucking heart beated so fast that it seemed that it was going to stop, so I swallowed some pills they recommend to get chills but we all know chemistry no longer deal with this shit, it’s all about brain and endorphines my brain’s not able to release, oh well, whatever, nevermind, I would say if I wasn’t a fucking emotional numb who gets hurt even by the minimal thing going bad, so everyday and everynight when you come in my mind I wish our lives would have never met before, cause I found in you a person to put on the top but you found in me a numb // waiting good times at least better than these I’m living now, waiting until death, but this waiting could be the death of me // what I’m supposed to be? what I’m supposed to feel? What i’m supposed to be? Why i’m supposed to care?
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