Nothing's ever been beautiful
I've thought that for quite some time
Everything ends, and everyone dies
Death is a constant that I think about all the time
Where do I place these thoughts?
Who can understand?
How alone I feel
How alone I am
Still a victim of my own mind
Still can't do anything right
I'm composed of demon limbs
And I'm still anxious all the time
Bad days and disappointment will always be relevant
Ask yourself, will anything ever be worth it?
Will anything ever be worth it?
I've thought that for quite some time
Everything ends, and everyone dies
Death is a constant that I think about all the time
Where do I place these thoughts?
Who can understand?
How alone I feel
How alone I am
Still a victim of my own mind
Still can't do anything right
I'm composed of demon limbs
And I'm still anxious all the time
Bad days and disappointment will always be relevant
Ask yourself, will anything ever be worth it?
Will anything ever be worth it?
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