Surviving Self Resentment Lyrics by Insense
Waking, waking, waking, waking.
Waking up, in a pile.
Drab curtains hide the graying sky outside.
Think in my head, weights it down.
Sleepy eyes won't wake up today.
So alive and yet I feel so dead inside.
A withered branch, a tired face. If no one comes, it's
ok.
I don't care to socialize today. Much less smile.
Hurt me once, once again! This pale shell, pathetic don't
you think?
Mirrors don't lie, your a joke! Dumb fucker with an
attitude!
Look down in shame, hard to find someone else to blame.
You're stuck with me, I'll bring you up to speed!
Cause you've got no class, you've got no style, you've
got no education worthwhile. You've got no friends, well
you got me. To make you comfy in your misery.
No quality genes to pass along. No sense of purpose you
could call your own.
A withered branch on the family tree, with any luck this
line will stop with me. It's the withered branch on the
family tree, with any luck this line will stop with me.
Days like these!!!
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