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Don't tell me you understand
because you don't
you're here in the land of the living
I'm here on the other side, dead.

You say your emotions are hard
your life so full of pain
and I'm sitting here
wishing I knew what pain felt like again.

And nothing's really wrong,
but nothing's really right
no sadness and no happiness
no darkness and no light.

I think I make promises
just to break them to myself
to break own heart
to feel broken
to feel.

So I'll reach physical perfection
to make up for my poor soul
that can't feel a thing
because surviving just isn't the same
thing as living.