Pretty Much the Same

I am tempted to buy a bottle of whiskey
to block out this horrendous year
So much has happened when I have been absent
maybe it is the way it is meant to be

I wish it could rain for the rest of my life
I’d walk into this town soaked to the bone
At least it is something I can accept
unlike everything that has happened

I did everything to escape this
but it caused you all to forget me
It’s pretty much the same
It’s pretty much the same
I would have let myself collapse
I know you would have let me
regardless
I feel pretty much the same
Pretty much the same

It’s lonely in exile, not that you would know
all of you are only here because it is fashionable
Let the thorns tear into my hands
so I can feel something other than numbness

I wish it could rain for the rest of my life
I could feel the same way as you
All the boundaries I could never trespass
were made for you all, made without me

I did everything to escape this
but it caused you all to forget me
It’s pretty much the same
It’s pretty much the same
I would have let myself collapse
I know you would have let me
regardless
I feel pretty much the same
Pretty much the same

The End

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