Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone.
Keep one foot on the ground while you reach for the stars. Don’t get lost in the clouds.
I’m so immature, I’m soaking in it.
Life would be a lot easier if I wasn’t alive.
Has everyone lost their self value
All alone. How quickly they all leave
Just a matter of when..
They all hate me.
Pain is inevitable, misery is optional.
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