I comfort myself by bottling my emotion
I contribute to my pain in much the same way
A review my life in a state of slow motion
I pray to the gods of fate that ill improve everyday
My self indulgent requiem plays on a constant in my mind
I struggle for the pause button to have a break from the sadness
The pause button can never be located and will never be found
I'm trapped forever in this loop of beautiful madness
My inferior priorities are forgotten as my major's take form
I add to my troubles by forgetting them all
I ignore my challenge for existence to create a break from the norm
But they wont go away however big or however small
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Since my last dance to my own tune of death
Ive become something my old mind couldn't interpret
Ive regained self consciousness with a fresh intake of breath
My biased ratio inside my mind has taken down the sign "To Let"
I love the minorities this roller coaster can give us
And at last my prayers have been answered
I enjoy my company and my gratuitous success
With no question or doubt left unknowingly unanswered
I'm hopelessly hopeless but I'm smiling in my interior
I have everything i need, at this moment and for a small future
I have become the opposite to my old spirit of inferior
Gently and slowly sewing myself up with fates last piece of suture
