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Inhale
Not my song, poem is. THe song inspired me.
"Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself
He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it
There it goes again, he's listening to someone
He hears the bitter laughter
And all he wants to know is...
Why........does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try...........the inhale that makes the exhale so much better
He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean
He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts
Come one and all and see what happened...that broken man is me
There it goes again, I can hear it louder
It doesn't feel good anymore
All I want to know is...
Why..........does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try............the inhale that makes the exhale so much better
*NOW I KNOW I DISAPPEAR!
I CAN'T FIND MY WAY FROM OUT OF HERE!
EVERYTHING IS FADING ON ME!
SOMEONE TELL ME*... someone tell me...
Someone tell me
Why............does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try...........the inhale that makes the exhale so much better ."
-Stone Sour
The feelings we all go through everyday,
The sense of loneliness,
The will to live or to exist any day,
The time of forgetfulness,
The feelings that run through our veins,
The feelings that run through me,
The feeling that never rains,
The feeling no one can answer me,
The pain I hold in my soul,
The blacken void in my heart,
The pain I hold onto, the stench foul,
The blacken void in my mind,
Why must I trap myself,
Why must I hurt myself,
Why must I bleed myself,
Someone tell me why,
The pain is too great,
The void too huge,
The senseless mutilation of my mate,
The senseless pessimistic acts of paranoia,
Someone tell me why...
