Already Dead on the Inside

I proudly await the day I have nothing left
it’s not like I had anyone close to me in the first place
I know that it should bother me
but to be honest, I stopped caring a long time ago

It’s no skin off my bones
I’m already dead on the inside
It’s no rain on my parade
I pretend to smile and it’s all worthwhile

I just need a different state of mind
so I can breathe and bleed in peace
Flowers are beautiful until they wilt
like when you see me without bias

It’s no skin off my bones
I’m already dead on the inside
It’s no rain on my parade
I pretend to smile and it’s all worthwhile

I will find release when I look above
to the void where I thought Heaven once was
That’s the knowledge we seek from birth
There are no saviours anymore

The End

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