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It doesn’t really feel like morning
It somehow always feels like night.
Sunlight filters through my window
I feel… “Nothing” never caused such fright.
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It doesn’t really feel like morning
It somehow always feels like night.
Sunlight filters through my window
But I won’t feel it. Eyes shut tight.
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It doesn’t really feel like morning
It somehow always feels like night.
Or maybe that’s my wishful thinking
Since darkness makes my chest feel tight.
It hurts and pains and wrenches me open
It’d leave me broken had I been whole
“Nothing” scares me more than thinking
That misery’s my path to go.
Cause “Nothing” is the start of “Something”.
For that I don’t deserve to hope.
Remembrance pains like slowly dying
Forgetting worse than daylights choked.
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It doesn’t really feel like mourning
And maybe that’s what scares me so
I feel betrayal’s weight in “Nothing”
And wish the dark consumed me whole.
But it didn’t really feel like mourning
And maybe that should’ve scared me more
Is stagnation not a way of hiding
When life is what I’m longing for?
It hurts and pains and wrenches me open
I’m being torn, first here then there
Maybe that’s the fight, becoming unbroken
And filling up the cracks with gold.
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It doesn’t really feel like morning
I’m not yet there to see the light
Maybe someday the ache will temper
And that hope makes my chest less tight.
It doesn’t really feel like morning
I’m not yet there to greet the light
But maybe soon remembrance feels like
Fondness and not tears I cried.
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Is it again already morning?
Relaxed and peaceful, smiling bright
Learned to find beauty in the darkness
I tell the stars “See you tonight.”
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