there's nothing left for me to do, just like time and time and time again
what else is left for me to prove?
but when it comes around i can't help falling down.
or just the weight of stones and feathers. i'm not myself maybe i'm never.
is this the state of so called pleasure?
just like a tear that fades away. just like a word i can't express or can't explain
a thousand voices in my brain. i wish they'd comfort me,
is this the state of so called pleasure?
instead it's torturing.
or just the way i'm made to measure. i'm not myself maybe i'm never.
is this the state of so called pleasure, or just a break in heavy weather?
when all is said and done i confess i've had enough.
i'm not my self maybe i'm never.
or just a chill that lasts forever.
is this the state of so called pleasure?
i'm not myself maybe i'm never.
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