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waiting for meanings, still ive been trying to make some sense. al this wasting life waiting for nothing. confused and searching for so long that sometimes its not just all you know, it becomes everything you are. trying to make some sense of a life spent searching aimlessly, when for us, this is everything. i wont wait, i wont wait for nothing. through the graves of what weve been through clinging to a life worth living. and they said that life is what you choose and they lied to you. no love, no soul, no sadder sound than the crushing of our hearts. and we all know where we come from, but were never going home. trying. reaching. breathing. but still out of breath again. out of words again, trying to explain everything, but i cant say anything. |
