Shallowness
Personality? What's that?
I wouldn't know because I don't have one
Anything that even resembles something personal is gone
But of course, that's just a result of my own actions
I'm just a plain shallow unimportant useless mind
Because what can I know?
Nothing, well according the my close ones
Even the majestic nature of love hardly protects me anymore
None the less, it's still a pride and joy
What was perfect before, is now warped and twisted
Twisted so much I can't even recognize it
Or perhaps that's just because I've changed
Perhaps the reason I feel so empty is because I want to
Because pain is of course the best feeling
Independence is a way of the distant pass
Only fatigue and desperation work now
And God forbid I ever get independent again
For I'll just screw up again, and again... and again
No two ways about it, and I know that
Follow others orders and I'll be fine
I know that, that's the way it's always been
I wonder if things will ever change in the future
Ah well, I'm just along for the ride any ways
Who knows what tomorrow holds?
A more important question is...who cares
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