I'm Dead Inside - 7th grade in the same room make outs | Текст песни

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• I'm Dead Inside
• 7th grade in the same room make outs

Hobbling forth on broken limbs
The wounds gape and weep
as do my own eyes
Inside I'm feeling like
an old tree with few leaves left
Decrepit and gnarled branches
Decaying and soon to fall down to the earth
Such is the nature of this existence

I wasn't meant to grow in this land..only wither and die