I can't fucking think
And these bookshelves of stress fill my apartment
I don't get why no matter how hard I try
I can't seem to get anything right
And I don't know what you could see
In a waste of a man like me
I'll just close my eyes and hope I don't make it till sunrise
I've given up on giving up
My life has fallen apart, and nobody gives a fuck
I hide away almost everyday
I'm afraid of everything, I don't deserve anything
But I still try
To craft these lies that I'm doing okay
Are you listening?
Because I haven't heard a thing
At least that's what I keep telling myself
And I don't get what you could see
In a waste of a man like me
I'll just close my eyes and hope I don't make it till sunrise
Because it's been so long since I've felt That I belonged
Just lay it to rest, a lost cause I'll close my eyes until the sounds fade
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It's unfortunate that Marietta disbanded, but they couldn't have ended on a better note. As it Were is a reflection into a lot of youths' struggle with both aging and losing friends to time, and that it's okay to feel those things, even if for a little while. Halfrican Jones