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Searching for inspiration coming up empty handed
I'm running out of patience. I feel so fucking stranded
I killed myself in my mind at least a thousand times
On all those nights where I just couldn't fall asleep
Sitting there gritting my teeth watching the clock
Couldn't help but think about all I lived, loved, and lost
I beat the piss out of myself
I toss and turn inside my shell
Just don't know where I'm headed
What's the point? I don't get it