Break me down
Break me down
Make me get better
I confess that I'm a mess
Some kind of error
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Well maybe I was destined to disappear
We're just a room full of strangers
Looking for something to save us
Alone together,
In the darkness of our shared solitude, we search for meaning in the void,
grasping at shadows of hope that seem to slip through our fingers like smoke.
We're dying to live
And we're living to die
Dying to live, living to die
It never stops
The paradox of existence weighs heavy on our souls.
We are caught in an endless cycle, breathing but not truly alive,
existing but not truly living. The pain is constant, the hope fleeting.