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"Help"
I think I need help
I'm drowning in myself
Did someone turn the lights out
Or is it just another dark cloud in my head?
Cause I'm cut deep, my heart won't beat
Deep down low it's killing me
If I wanna scratch out yesterday
I've got so much I need to say
(I've got so much I need to say)
I think I need help
Cause I'm drowning in myself
It's sinking in, I can't pretend
That I ain't been through hell
I think I need help
I'm drowning in myself
They're preying on my weakness
Believe it
I'm thinking to myself "No not again"
And I won't keep listening
When temptation's creeping in
If I wanna make it another day
I've got so much I need to say
(I've got so much I need to say)
I think I need help
Cause I'm drowning in myself
It's sinking in, I can't pretend
That I ain't been through hell
I think I need help
I'm drowning in myself
(I'm drowning in myself)
I think I need help
Cause I've put myself through hell
I think I need help
Cause I'm drowning in myself
It's sinking in, I can't pretend
That I ain't been through hell
I think I need help
I think I need help
I think I need help
By Papa Roach
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They say I should have let you go.
I wish I could,
but this heart still holds on—
to the memories,
to the what-ifs,
to the love that never really left.
I try to move forward,
but every familiar place,
every song,
everything pulls me back to you.
Maybe one day,
this heart will finally listen.
But for now,
it still beats with your name.
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How have you been?
It’s been a long time.
Did life treat you well?
Did you ever miss the days we had?
Or did you learn to live without me,
as if I was never there at all?
Come back.
Not just in my dreams,
not just in my memories.
Even if you don’t stay,
even just for a moment.
Because some nights,
I still wait for you—
in the spaces you once filled.
- - - - - - - -
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You can say you’re fine,
but your eyes tell a different story.
They hold the truth,
the pain,
the battles,
and the words you’re too afraid to say.
You can hide behind a smile,
but the eyes carry a burden
no mask can fully conceal.
Maybe that’s why they say
the eyes are the windows to the soul—
because they reveal
what the heart cannot hide.
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Nothing is more confusing
than the relationship
that’s neither friendship nor love
but something in between.
One person willing to take the risk,
the other hesitant to commit.
One person ready to leave everything behind,
the other focused on chasing their own growth.
One person sure of what they want,
the other lost in uncertainty.
It’s a constant tug-of-war,
with no clear winner—
just two hearts unsure of where they truly belong.
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It’s okay to cry
over the things you thought
you had already healed from.
Healing isn’t always a straight line—
it comes in waves,
and there are moments
when old wounds reappear,
just when you believed
they were behind you.
But that doesn’t mean
you’re not healing.
It only means
there are deeper layers
to process,
to feel,
and to release.
They’re part of the journey,
a reminder
that it’s okay to still feel.
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Where do I run to
when everything in this world
becomes too much?
When the world feels overwhelming,
and even the spaces
meant for comfort
become drenched in sorrow.
Where do I seek shelter
when even my home
has been flooded with tears
from outside?
How do I move forward
when I can’t find the strength
to run towards the problems
I can no longer handle?
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I will always be your biggest supporter,
no matter where life takes you.
Always know that I am here,
believing in you,
rooting for you,
cheering you on,
and celebrating every step you take.
Even when the path gets tough
and you feel like giving up,
even when you doubt yourself
and the world feels heavy,
You’ll never have to face anything alone
because I’ll be right here,
quietly in your corner.
Through every high and low,
I’m with you,
every step of the way.
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Where do we turn to grieve
when the place we felt safe
no longer exists?
Where do we find comfort
when it’s our haven
that’s been lost?
It’s hard to know
where to rest our hearts
when the familiar is gone,
and we’re left searching
for pieces of home
that we can no longer find.