2019-12-31 03:42:02 -08:00
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[[!meta title="Bad Apple"]]
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2019-12-31 03:41:23 -08:00
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In the midst of flowing time, though, I feel weakness, spinning round and round
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I can't even see my heart drifting away from me, can I?
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I can't even move by myself, I continue to be poured down the cracks of time
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I don't know about anything around me, I'm just myself - and only myself.
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Am I looking at a dream? Am I looking at anything at all? Speaking is useless just coming from me...
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Sadness is just making me tired - it would be better if I could just go on without feeling anything
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Even if you give me the words I've been looking for, my heart will just ignore them
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Maybe if I were to move myself away, and everything changed, it'll all turn black
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Does someone like me even have a future? Should I even exist in this world?
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Am I feeling pain? Am I feeling sadness? I'm at the point where I don't even know myself
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Even if I marched forward, I'd just get tired. I can't even understand people.
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If this self were to change, if maybe I can change, it'd all become white
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In the midst of flowing time, though, I feel weakness, spinning round and round
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I can't even see my heart drifting away from me, can I?
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I can't even move by myself, I continue to be poured down the cracks of time
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I don't know about anything around me, I'm just myself - and only myself.
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Am I looking at a dream? Am I looking at anything at all? Speaking is useless just coming from me...
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Sadness is just making me tired - it would be better if I could just go on without feeling anything
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Even if you give me the words I've been looking for, my heart will just ignore them
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Maybe if I were to move myself away, and everything changed, it'll all turn black
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Is there even a future in this pointless time? Do I even belong here?
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If I wanted to describe myself, the words I'd use would be "good for nothing."
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Do I even belong here? Do I even belong in this time?
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If this self were to change, if maybe I can change, it'd all become white
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Am I looking at a dream right now? Am I looking at anything at all? Speaking is useless just coming from me...
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Sadness is just making me tired - it would be better if I could just go on without feeling anything
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Even if you give me the words I've been looking for, my heart will just ignore them
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Maybe if I were to move myself away, and everything changed, it'll all turn black
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If I were to move on - if I were to move on - everything would break, everything would be destroyed
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If I felt sadness - if I felt sadness, will my heart turn white?
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I still don't know anything - anything about you, anything about myself; anything at all
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If I opened these heavy eyelids, and everything was ruined, I'll turn it all black!!
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