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I'm underneath
I cannot breathe
This isn't what I thought it'd be
If no one knows
Why do we try at all?

Filled with inertia
And rote despondency
It's not enough
I hope for chances
To amount to something
But now it's not enough

Lack of trust
Or on the cusp
I'm always learning to adjust
But in the end I'm left here feeling crushed

Filled with inertia
And rote despondency
It's not enough
I hope for chances
To amount to something
But now it's not enough

It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough

When I'm found
I'll admit
All of this was worth the risk
But always end up thinking
Then is now

Filled with inertia
And rote despondency
It's not enough
I hope for chances
To amount to something
But now it's not enough



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Cerrato
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