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Though everyone knows and understands your pretentious depression

No one understands what you want from me

I am lost between worlds

The whispers get louder as you call my name

My memories are fragile as a house of cards

I don't know who you are

I don't even know myself

Tried to stop the bleeding

But my heart keeps beating for you

I can feel my blood boiling

And I don't want to stop

Who are you, where am I

I've come this far empty handed

All I want is a sliver of sanity

Guess I'm in my own head

Laying in bed

Staring at the ceiling

But there are feelings

That are coming

And I don't know who you are