On this earth i aint got no one but myself
no one to lean on but me
crazy how my old life slipped away
how happy i used to be
now i just sit here
waiting for something interesting
distracting myself with every chance i get
just the bad part of life im guessing
as hate and jealousy fills my heart
i feel pathetic sitting feeling bad
honestly the way my life fell apart
its just quite sad
not a single person i can talk to
not a single soul to help.
sometimes thats just what happens
but at the end of the day
on this earth i aint got no one but myself
sometimes i wonder if anyone struggles as much as i do
or if im being dramatic
wake up school sadness sleep
my life is js systematic
i sit here mentally struggling
but who knows by me
i have no one to tell
and no one can see
i cant plead for help
so here i stay
just watching my life run away
day by day
i just feel like an old book sitting on a shelf
on this earth that i used to know and love
i have no one but myself.
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It's Nothing Personal
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