It's a number
It's a smile it's a smell
It's a child I remember
It's no wonder
Why I can't breathe
On the 10th and 29th of September
I can't help but look back
on every purpose life has handed me
Every reason
Even when try to live in make believe
Things don't add up
I'm just fucked
In reality
And even with the benefit of the doubt
I don't see how we keep
Movin forward
Living for tomorrow
When the day before delivered us with every reason why we cant be normal
Searching every room, every corner
Feeling like the days are shorter
How the hell can you to tell me that pain is a disorder?!
I was THERE
I wasn't dreaming
I didn't create this fucking feeling
How dare you look me in the eyes and tell me there's a reason
For a mother not to see their children growing up to cure diseases
Only to be buried by one
Then tell them Jesus has his reasons
Cause I don't have hopes and dreams,
And I don't have strength to breathe,
And I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you
Since I don't.
Makes me wonder
Is this it?
Is this some kinda fuckin hell
That we've all entered?
No surrender
And not just me
You've involved everyone of my god damn family members
Oh my god I can't imagine life and death from your perspective
Living breathing dreaming seeing
And then just gone and unaffected
I'm your burden now and I might say things you want me to regret, but I'm a person and sometimes we need to get things off our chest
I'll apologize when I'm done and maybe I'll be forgiven,
From a design that you created perfectly flawed for your discretion
I'm just blood and bones in skin wrapped in a blanket of good intentions,
If hell where I have to call my home for asking questions?
Let it be
Uncomfortable?
Is it wrong for you to listen?
Believe me, I'm not trying to start my own religion
I'm just me and I've gone through some things that may have blurred my vision, but god damnit we're still human beings regardless if we're Christian
Cause I don't have hopes and dreams,
And I don't have the strength to breathe,
And I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you
I wipe the fog off the windows to my soul
I don't care if I can see, they're not for me anymore
I want the world to really know who You are while I'm alive
Only the meaningful scars have survived
I hope you realize
A fine line determines
the days and the nights
From the numbness and tyranny
Of my previous life
Disfigured discomfort
Not a victim of the abuse
Discovered the influence of my self inflicted wounds.
And now I've
given you every reason in the world to think I'm vicious
Apply that to the reasons
I got here to begin with
I'm just a man who loved so hard I not only lost religion
I lost myself
But know in time
I'll get back to the beginning
Because I...
I don't have hopes and dreams,
And I don't have the strength to breathe,
And I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you

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