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If you made a list of people that you trusted would you put your name down?

Do you know who are when you look at life and talk about yours, do you feel proud?

Are you leaving a mark, or scared to make a bad impression so you just hide in the dark?

Living and playing a part, knowing regret will come back up tomorrow

Thats what it does, ain't it? Don't know what we're chasing but we all do it.

Just a part of life, I guess we're all foolish.

Running after what we thing will make us happy until it falls through.

Then find out later it ain't what we wanted

So we give up on it, then we pile the garbage.

And we watch it grow and find a drug to numb it until we hit the we can barely function.

Am I motivated? Is my music dated?

Would I be the same if I was medicated?

Even therapists say I need medication.

I avoid it, though, because I'm scared to take it.

Am I the only one that has a loaded gun full of doubts and memories to overcome?

I complain about them when they shoot at me but I know truthfully I like to load em and let them--

Thats so sad to see, thats so sad to see, I need help.

They talk passively, then come after me, by myself, lost that half of me, God there has to be someone else..

Don't feel bad for me, I just can't believe that I'm the only one.