I’m eating junk food in the dark I’m crying because I don’t feel A multiplayer game is on But I don’t wanna play it anymore I need to fuck myself up Because I don’t plan on surviving An accident or a gun to the head Whichever is fine by me The spear is aged and dull And I don’t see the point I used to, but not right now
Those damn bears I envy them so damn much They sleep through winter like I wanna sleep through life Or at least a few years of life I’d sleep a few years and then I’d come back to see if the world is still fucked up and if I can deal with it Otherwise; a few more years of blessed sleep I’d keep going like this until I either become happy or just… die Best I can do right now is go to sleep for twelve hours, so that’s what I’ll do
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I can’t go home because I know when I come home it will begin the end The moments fly into a cage of memory and there it stays and never grows anymore I’ll sit and think and I will be blind as life is being lived by someone else Moments end and life continues forth This life is moving, I can feel it moving It fucking hurts, but now I’m going home
I’m looking for answers on the internet but I only find information Religious people, they pray to their gods and they feel better I can’t pray to any of the gods to feel better I wish there was one single definite guide to life Imagine always having an answer to your every question We don’t have that and I guess that’s something kind of good But sometimes I want that stupid guide in my hands