Scared of Everything - sadboysforever | Текст песни

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• Scared of Everything
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A fourth day spent in bed this week
Today I only arose to eat my evening meal, to sustain myself
Yesterday, I didn’t even bother

The hours blur together, and the days blur together, and the weeks blur together
Routine is both vital to my existence and soul destroying
Do I have a purpose? Was I born to die?

Does it even matter?

Tomorrow I will stand alone in a dark room and spill my problems to twenty strangers
Under the disguise of artistic expression

And I will finally feel alive

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