Im....
Ive gotten to the point to were i dont even cry
My eyes start to water but then they quickly dry
Im tired of the lies I keep falling for
Maybe my life is the pathway that people use to find what they are living for
Im just a placeholder
Im just the person people use until they find what they want
Im just disposable nothing good is meant for me
Im nobody dont worry about me
Ive gotten to the point to were I dont even feel
My body is lifeless ,so num, nothing to heal
But its alright
Im nobody no-one cares about me so no need to worry
I'll be gone soon im sure life is almost finished with me
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