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Human Sadness
I wish I could relax, but part of me is taken. The impact is too dramatic, and life is too graphic. Maybe I can waste it, though, I'm prone to human sadness.
They tell me all parts of me I can save, but when I show them what I'm after. All I hear is laughter, god I feel degraded. So I wish I could relax, but part of me is taken.
What's the biggest factor? What's the reason I am hated? From the mirror a constant shatter, and everytime I look I'm fatter. Wish I was good at faking, but more than part of me is taken.
Recycled happiness, childhood dreams, day by day, splitting at the seams. Life is a class, that I'm barely passing. Caught up in a movie, but I'm not acting. Wish I could relax, but I'm at an extreme. All parts of me are taken, there's nothing left of me.
