Am I the only one that feels like they’re dying, when I open my eyes, when I wake up in the morning. There must be a way for me to shake this feeling, of hopelessness, of feeling like shit. I’ve thought for so long that my life was worthless, and being worthless hurts, and thats whats bleeding me dry. I’m sick of waiting to blossom. I’m sick of waiting to bloom. It’s my time to shed this canopy thats keeping me from my dreams. The frailness of my thoughts, the part of me that’s lost. The constant hollow i’ve grown up with, the hollow I’ve grown accustomed to. So is a clean break just to much to ask for? Cause now all I have is burnt up bridges. So turning backs not an option. We either rebuild, or just move on. And I would never start to believe that the person I’m supposed to be would ever allow myself to change, for you. With every breath that I take, I feel I’m wilting away, becoming less of myself, becoming more of a fake. With every fucking day, I wish I wasn’t awake, I wish I wasn’t myself, there’s no one more that I hate. Am I the only one that feels like they’re dying, when I open my eyes, when I wake up in the morning. There must be a way for me to shake this feeling, of hopelessness, of feeling like shit.
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2023