

Generation of Lost Soulswe walk on this earth, but we don't existGeneration of Lost Souls
memories of us are now only myths our eyes are blank and full of emptiness they way we look is so eccentric
we linger about looking for an escape
the world went on, and we were replaced
trapped in a world that ignores our plead for help
dealing with the struggles and pain ourselves
hearts full of hate and animosity
never showing affection or emotion for anybody
air is the blood that comes from our wrist look in the mirror and we see our antagonist
pain, depression and sadness we can't control
helplessly
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Nomnomnom
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'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
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If who I am is what I have, and what I have is lost, then who am I?
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I'm eating frosted flakes, thought you should know that. ttyl
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"here's the part where you're supposed to close your eyes..."
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