When one is in a state of internal strife for an extended period of time, there is a hollow feeling that grows perpetually. This then becomes normalcy and helplessness arises from an attempt to eliminate such an emotion. One becomes a slave to this cycle and increases the difficulty to break that recurring void. At that point, one tries to run away and find acceptance but the only acceptance found is that, someday, this struggle will end. However, to add even more to the struggle, it is almost impossible to not desire the end to these trapping processes. This is how I felt when I wrote this song.
lyrics
Broken – these attempts at breath are forsaken.
I lie for repetition.
I am a slave to this depression.
These cycles consume my mind - they engulf, I fall behind.
Too late to create another version of self-hate.
These tendencies get the best of me but I can’t see another way to be.
Oh, I lean on this crutch that I’ll never be good enough.
My good friend history, I am satisfied that you’ll destroy me, but the worst is that I still exist even though these thoughts are hard to resist.
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