Sad MachineMature

Exhausted but still trying to comprehend
the thoughts that swarm in my head
The killer of Kings has slain my perception
I know this because he’s breaking me slowly

My bones are heavy with grief but I’m fine
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
I’m sunshine and daisies on a dying August
September will surely be overkill

I just had to do it
There’s no one to blame but me
I commit to the Sad Machine
I just had to fuck it up
now I’m living on borrowed time
I commit to the Sad Machine

Machinery has callused my exterior
I’m less real than I imagine
I feel as though I’ll fall through the earth
and there’s no one to catch me

I’m stronger now but that just means nothing
I can deal with more but it means more hurt
It’s over, it’s over, there’s nothing I can do
so why do I cling to every false hope?

The End

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