I'm Losing ground Well you know how this world can beat you down And I'm Made of clay I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way I'm always falling down the same hill Bamboo puncturing the skin And nothing comes bleeding out of me Just like a waterfall I'm drowning in. Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place. I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel You don't know just how I feel And I Stay inside my bed I have lived so many lives all in my head And don't Tell me that you care There really isn't anything now Is there? You would know, wouldn't you? You extend your hand to those who suffer, To those who know what it really feels like, To those who've had a taste, like that means something. And oh so sick I am. And maybe I don't have a choice, And maybe that is all I have, And maybe this is a cry for help. I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel You don't know just how I feel I wanna know everything I wanna be everywhere I wanna fuck everyone in the world I wanna do something that matters I wanna know everything I wanna be everywhere I wanna fuck everyone in the world I wanna do something That matters I wanna know everything I wanna be everywhere I wanna fuck everyone in the world I wanna do something... that matters I want to know everything. I want to be everywhere. I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters I want to know everything. I want to be everywhere. I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters

Everyone's gone And I'm stuck behind Left in the dust Left out to rust When no one can find I wanna catch up But I'm too scared to try They're so far ahead So I guess instead, I'll stick behind I know someday I'll have to move I can't stay here forever I swear I'm gonna one day They say, better late than never But the road ahead looks rough And I'm not wearing the right shoes So I don't see the harm waiting A bit longer would do Everyone's left And I miss them so But that's on me I watched them leave, and let them go So, I'm on my own Atleast for now I'll pick up the pace And join the race When I learn how

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