It's kind've got a ring to it
I'm tired of this feeling
But I can't through it
Constantly numb
Yet still conscious
I guess you're the real reason
Why I'm so cautious
My mind races
I have too much in thought
I tried to steal happiness
In the end I got caught
As I lay down my intuition
Into my words
I find my self separating
From the normal herds
Now I sulk in silence
For the fear of disagreement
I'm not happy
I'm just descent

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