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The Walls, They Speak
02:21
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I feel like I've wasted half my life trying to figure out how to be happy. An uncoordinated struggle to achieve friends, love, and material things. Friends come and go. They stay sometimes and those are the ones that matter. The ones you can stay up till four in the morning and talk about what keeps you up at night. All your fears and disappointments till you're on the verge of crying. And when that happens as the hot, steamy tears run down your cheeks as you stair into the abyss of the ceiling. You'll realize who you really are, what really matters. Most nights I would Spend by myself looking through my phone or cranking up the volume on my phone till the speakers started to crackle. Trying to find reasons why my life didn't suck as much as I thought it did. Trying to convince myself that I was just going through a phase. I've beaten and bruised my bones trying to find love that mattered. All the ones I had, I drove away. I thought i was an eyesore and I should just give up. What does it mater anyways? I was so consumed by the fact that teen love could cure me. Those nights where I sit sit in my room and the walls caved in and told me I wasn't special, I was weak. They oozed the tears I kept within the room. All of it makes me kinda reflect. It puts me in a weird mood with reflecting. Makes me feel more accomplished that I have decided to remain my soul from my body. Looking at the night sky changes you. The ongoing forever sky makes me long for the future. Maybe one day I could finally be sane. Without my heart beat increasing until it explodes out my chest. If everyone looked at the stars at night, I'm sure we would all be better people.
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She Always Kept Quiet
01:56
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You have gone and sailed away
Leaving the baggedge in the water to decay
Struggling but captivating I can't imagine why
And I wonder what It's like on the other side
You left your friends, your family, especially me back here and I know you couldn't take one more year
But it's temporary there's no way it could be never ending
And I know it hurts but I just wish I didn't have to miss you so bad
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Cold Hallways
04:23
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These cold hallways reflect
Like car ornaments
If these walls could speak they would tell me I was weak
And I couldn't grasp my trembling hands
Good bye, I can't say I'll miss it at all
Anxiety just before my foot reaches the door
Cause I know what I'd be walking into
And it tore my heart in two just to see who you really are
And I guess you could say that I never knew anyone at all
And I said good bye so leave the fuck alone, just go home
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Fifteen Fathoms Albrightsville, Pennsylvania
I'm Eric and I get sad alot. So here's some songs about that.
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