It's alright to be a little sad sometimes
It's a blessing to feel high off life sometimes
No reasons
Doesn't mean they're not real,
Don't have to explain
Or know why
It's all apart of an energy called life.
Ever get a feeling you just want to scream
Or walking down the street like it's all a dream
do you ever zone out far far away
Crossing reality into play
Don't get mad and play mascarade
Cause what if mad is okay.
Sometimes I lay there senseless and confused
Craving anything, everything
Waiting for a pulse to mean something
And I'm waiting
Waiting
I don't want to feel numb
I don't want to feel gone
I want to feel everything under the sun
I want to feel pain
I want to feel joy
I want to feel to know I'm alive
I want to feel to know I'm alive.
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