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Glasses. No expression. At my head, I wanna drown my sorrow. No tomorrow. I find it kinda funny.

Why do birds appear when you’re near? They long to be close to you. When heartaches come, I wish to be the hero, but I walk away like a movie star. If you could read my mind, you’d see a tale of longing and chains holding me back. The story is always there, but if you read between the lines, you’d understand my confusion. I don’t know where we went wrong; the feeling is gone, and I can’t get it back.

I am very tired of saying goodbye. When I look inside, I see a lot of things. Let's take a look.

The speaker reflects on lost dreams, growing up, and the past's persistence. "And even though the moment passed me by, I still can't turn away." "Because all the dreams you never thought you'd lose lost a long way." "Scars of souvenirs you never lose. The past is never far." "Did you lose you self somewhere out there? Did you get to be a star?" "Don't it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are." "Grew up way too fast. Now there's nothing to believe." "Reruns all become my history. The tired song keeps playing on the tired radio." "And I won't tell your name."

I work long hours for low pay, sacrificing my soul and wasting my life. I drown my troubles away, feeling trapped in this sad reality. It's a shame how the world has become for people like us. I wish I could wake up and escape this truth, but it's real. Living in a new world with an old soul, where the rich only know the rich.

I feel scared when I see the expression in your eyes. I want to say goodbye, but sometimes I want to fight. I need you now and I need you even more if you hold on.

I couldn't sleep, so I took a drive around Joburg and realized why I feel both fulfilled and lonely. I enjoy my trips and activities, but I struggle to find companionship. I keep hoping for a relationship, but it hasn't happened in seven years. No matter how hard I work or what I achieve, I still feel empty at home and in bed. All my emotions and thoughts seem trapped inside me.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to confront you, crashing down like tidal waves, trapping you in fear. I'm the light in the darkness, an eternal spark amidst devastation. Energy surrounds you, reminding you of lost connections. Remember me as I linger like smoke, exhaling faster. You failed me, caught in a cycle of pain and fear, marked by struggles. The weight of memories and the clash of realities weigh heavily, but I remain a flicker of hope in the chaos.

I've walked the difficult path of fear, and I'm ready for any challenges that come my way. Through it all, I've come to realize the depth of my love for you, and it pains me to see you in pain. Just have faith and persevere, I won't let you fail.

Even though the moment passed, the speaker can't turn away because dreams and things were lost or thrown away. Now grown up, they don't belong to anyone, which is a shame. The speaker invites someone to hop beside them for a while, promising not to reveal their name. Scars are souvenirs you never lose, and the past is never far. The speaker asks if the listener lost themself or became a star, and if it makes them sad to know life is more than who we are. They grew up too fast and now there's nothing to believe. Reruns become history, and a tired song plays on the radio. The speaker repeats that they won't tell the listener's name.

I had to leave, feeling trapped in chaos. There's pain contained within the system, and I’m just a part of it, trying to navigate through it all. My emotions are evident; I’m disgusted by humanity and haunted by trauma that I can’t forget. It’s a system shock that lingers in my memory. I feel overwhelmed, drowning in emotions, struggling against the tide. I search for light but find darkness instead, trying to rise above it all. My spirit feels detached, and I wake up in fear, realizing I’m alone. I wish things were different, but I continue to fight through the blaze of my experiences.

You are not hidden. Your innocence has been shattered. I can hear you softly whispering your soul's desires.

Birds and stars fall from the sky as angels dance and create dreams. They sprinkle magic, making dreams come true, just like me.

There was a secret chord that David played that pleased the Lord. Faith was strong, but proof was needed. Beauty overthrew you. Maybe there's a God above. All I ever learned from love is how to shoot someone who outdrew you. It's not a cry or a pilgrim who claims to have seen a light. I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor. There was a time you let me know what's really going on below, but now you never even show it. I've done my best. I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch. I've told the truth. I didn't come here to fool you.

I've been through a lot, and I want to share my story with you. I've faced many challenges, including stormy and rainy days. You don't know the tears I've shed and the emotions I've kept hidden. Despite it all, I've tried my best to stay strong and have faith in God.

I notice the absence of others around us. The silence between us is uncomfortable. Your gaze tells me that you don't reciprocate my feelings. I wish you would realize one day and express your love for me, or at least let me speak my mind. It hurts when I try to communicate with you, as if Cupid himself passes through and leaves me empty.

I am unsure of what to do. I am torn between staying and being lonely, or leaving and feeling isolated. Oh no, it's happening. It's happening. They never got to experience Venice.

The speaker expresses their exhaustion, both physically and mentally. They feel tired of everything not working out and are contemplating giving up. They mention that this battle is kept hidden from the world and the people they care about because they fear being seen as broken. They question whether others would stay if they knew the extent of their brokenness and wonder if there is a way to fix it.

There was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the lord. The listener may not care for music. Despite everyone going wrong, the speaker will still be part of the love of the song.

Heartbroken. Broken. I took a cryptic bow. Heart broke. Broke. I took a cryptic bow.

I watch old clips and feel emotional, remembering a time when people were full of hope. I will never give up, even though I'm waiting, outnumbered by strangers, hoping you'll reappear among the ruins. Where did you and the others who were loyal go? I face hate and ridicule when I try to rally them, which hurts because I care deeply and would die for them. I'm stuck here waiting, outnumbered by strangers who want to erase every trace of our existence, making us believe we deserve it. As long as I live, I will try to reignite the fire in my people's hearts. Maybe one day you'll reappear from the ruins and join us.

End of day, when we pray and the sky turns gray, time slips away. Watch your life clock fade. Let's clarify things. Abocalyptic bees have you running, as the future escapes. As I fly by, the world ends. Do you feel my vibe? I bend time and space through a tiny lens as we ascend into dreams. To the last beach in the book of life, we meet ourselves and leave the final sounds in the dark. Say goodbye to your soul.

Crops won't grow. Reduce the distance. Let's think first, desire doesn't die, it's suppressed. I can't be silent, bullets are fired. You inflict wounds, you make flowers bloom. You take advantage of a smiling face. When I remember, I pull the thirst from people's hands, I eat to my heart's content. One commits a crime, one endures a crime. Your connection is with small towns, why not save the farms from slums? So many wounds are healed, so many flowers bloom when you arrive. Whether it's the moon in the sky or the earth.

I can't escape, they keep pulling me back in.

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams, I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone