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von Searching for Nostalgia

Can′t kill these demons
I'd rather just lay in bed
Laying awake because of these things that I′ve said
I'd rather die
Than sit idly by
Cause no one will care, no matter how hard I try

I wish I could shake out my weaknesses
And make them bleed
My mind is so stubborn
It has to be led to the key


I'm done with excuses
Done leaving these bruises on my chest
Barely complaining at best
Cant get out of my head
Guess I′ll just lay here instead
Leave my mind at the door
With my absent thoughts
Losing my head over materials
I should just rot

Vocal chords teared, not feeling like I′m there
Why do I feel anxious and perpetually scared

Somehow I stay not self aware
Not even halfway prepared

Can't try when I′ve been run dry
Just a desert with no apatite