Belmont - Vicissitude

Empty Shelf

There's a million things about me that never quite add up.
But what's an empty shelf without it's dust?
Why do I remain so oblivious?
To the empty air in my lungs that keeps happiness lust.

I'm abusing my mind reusing old lines to speak about the future from the past.
Where I fill the cracks with useless fucking hatred.

I keep wasting all my time,
with all this negativity.
I keep wasting all my time,
to try and find some peace of mind.

I wish that I could call this home
I wish I wasn't so alone,
never go back there, never come back here.
I'm breaking down what I built up
I took my time to find the rut,
that I've been stuck in
I'm fucking trapped in.

I wish that I could call this home
I wish I wasn't so alone,
never go back there, never come back here.
I'm breaking down what I built up
I took my time to find the rut,
that I've been stuck in
I'm fucking trapped in.

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Writer(s): Samuel Patt
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