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You're alive, but are you really living?
Wake up and do the same routine every day
Contemplating on why your mortality is even relevant at this point
Dreaming of what life you want but never obtaining it
Work, bills, responsibilities they're overflowing
Making it difficult to obtain true happiness
At least that's what the voice in my head told me

I have a fixation, with self-deprecation
I'll take it with a grain of salt, so I know that it's not my fault
Even though my problems are products of my attitude
I'll compromise my feelings for scenarios that aren't even true

It's hard, feel like I haven't got that far
It's apparent that things have changed
Now my mind need to be rearranged
You wake up greeted by ray's of sunshine bleeding through the blinds
You made it to another day
Chalk it down on the legacy that is your life
Your frail existence continues to trek forward
After contemplating your actuality
You muster up the courage to look at yourself in the mirror
To no avail you're greeted with the same fake smile
Fake it till you make it, but how much longer should this charade go on

I have a fixation, with self-deprecation
I'll take it with a grain of salt, so I know that it's not my fault
Even though my problems are products of my attitude
I'll compromise my feelings for scenarios that aren't even true

It's staring at the ceiling until it fades away into static
It's closing your eyes and hoping you never have to open them again it's haunting you every moment
My legs have become cemented to the floorboards
Gnashing of teeth xis the metronome that my sanity slips away to
My grip on reality untethers from the fibers in my fingertips
Exhaling thick ash that plagues my lungs
Coughing up webs that held me together
I'm falling apart knowing there is nothing better
I feel so defeated, and anger seems absolute
The more I try to branch out
I find myself in solitude