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Living Numb
Stuck on love gone, past and drifted away
They tell me be brave, strong and overcome
But all I feel is numb
I see nothing but burnt ashes left behind a fallen devotion
And I’ve got this notion that all things come to end
Maybe it’s for the best
That’s just a lie I tell to let my heart rest
My soul falls to the failure of trust
And I’m just dust, metal waiting to rust
I could disappear into oblivion
See what I mean is that without passion your just waiting to die
And I’m no bad guy, so why am I subject to pain
To suffering and blame
I’m here just to love those around me
But I guess it’s not enough to be a man with an open heart
What a fool I am to think I’m a part of something more in this life
I just try to do what’s right
With all my might I look for that light
That bright spot to keep me going
And I keep knowing that my life leads nowhere
So I’m gasping for air, or something to hold onto
But I’m lost and no one knows what I’ve gone through
What I’m doing, done, and where I’ve come from,
I mean what have I become
I guess I’ve succumb to the pressures existence
And didn’t I miss it
Watched time slip through my hands
Cause even the best-laid plans of man are just drawings in the sand
Just scribbles, jotted down in the chronicles of history
And to me it’s a mystery
We speak of peace over war
Of love over hate
But yet what we create is a disturbing fate
But as I await death
All I can think is to fight for the rest
For the time I have left
And in that I’m blessed
Because I can turn misery into sanity
Apathy, tragedy, and brutality into an actually of vitality
So finally free of the shackles of this glooming eternity
I found me.

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