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Crying and praying,
praying and crying.
There is nowhere to run
and I am tired of being your
pessimist and hopeless doll,
so uninviting and unlovable.
Who is the person I should be?
who is she, that I’m trying to be?
you want me but you can’t handle me,
you want me but you can’t catch me.
I remember when i was fun,
when I could go out without having
anxious thoughts, when I was your friend.
But now I am sinking and the game isn’t fun anymore.
I used to be your haunted house,
it takes too much effort to love me.
But it was fun wasn’t it?
until it wasn’t anymore.
Until the house was closed
and I couldn’t get out of bed.
Until the clocks stopped
and I saw you nowhere.
I am dropping the rocks i carried
but I am still sinking,
and you are the last one i carry,
it isn’t simple to stay alive.
Simple things carry their knives
I am scared all of the time,
everything is a threat
but still I can’t die.
There is nowhere to go
cause I’m stuck on this mud
that other people call it
life.
Tell me Mary,
how to live in this cursed world
if I don’t have hope,
that things are going to change.
My heart once of steel
decided to melt
and it burned me
alive.