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27 Light Years
03:40
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A glimmer of hope, a shimmer of light
The stars do fade, in and outta sight
Where did I begin, where do I belong
I'm headed towards earth, or could I be wrong?
Am I still breathing, am I okay?
The questions remain, it all stays the same
I'm still 27 light years away
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I'm screaming for help, my voice makes no sound
This vacuum, this void, make the nothing so loud
How far have I come, how far do I go?
The silence it deafens like a comforting blow
Am I pathetic? Am I just a wimp?
God and the devil didn't do battle for this
But I'm still, 27 light years away
.......
Planets are near, I'll be crashing soon
Can only hope that answers come too
Forgive me momma, I've left the nest
I wish you and the family only the best
I won't disappoint, to you at the least
But the ironys there, and I'm losing sleep
27 light years away
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Rinse Cycle
03:30
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You fell asleep or so you said last night
I lie awake just to hear you breath
Listen as words escape your sleep
Fears and pains push through clenched teeth
Apparently in your dreams I broke it off
Apparently I'm the bad guy so I'll fuck off
With nowhere left to turn, I found the switch
Flipped it on and off, lights flickered quite a bit
Don't ever change the bulb, you like metaphors well this one's gold
But knowing you don't give a shit, plug yourself in overload the circuit
Made you leave and now my bed is cold
Your pillow smells of cigarettes and weed
Love stains are haunting on my sheets
But the last thing that I wanna do is my dirty laundry
Suddenly my thoughts became diseased
Suddenly I begged for sweet release
I felt life leave, from my veins, from my mind
So please tell me again, that I'm a bad guy
You slit my wrists, didn't even bother to turn the water on
Lying dead in the tub, my complaints they are done
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Trying to cross this mental gap
Between who I was and who I am
But every time I take two steps back
I trip and fall on the same old fucking crack
I guess I sort of fucked up my own well being
Seeing how I have sort of run out of steam
Chasing the dream
Never thought itd be this hard to make my daddy proud
Might as well dig a hole, live my life underground
Get along with some moles, eat some dirt, die when I'm old
But I'm stuck here trying my awful best
And my own mistakes are to blame for this tragic mess
Just let me die
Never thought I'd be biting the curb
With my own boot behind my head
But how could it have turned out different
Maybe if I just stayed in
Bed
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these lyrics are so bad that im not writing them im serious
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Quinn O'Neill New Haven, Connecticut
i make terrible emo music. happyfelsch, or quinn o'neill, whatever you prefer.
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