فراغ عاطفي (Faragh Atify) from Mediocre Madness by FALLOR

I'm alright here, would you let it go?
Push past the death gear, guess it makes you grow
It doesn't take too much to pretend
A lot less heartache to drown these amends

Fake through the bones, so early to grow
It beats you, to my insides
Avoid eyelocks and waves, it's braindead for days
So fucking easy, to ignore

Leave me down the ground has opened bare
Ready to take my calls, feeding off my dares
Don't follow signs, no trails left in place
I guess it's call divine, no time to make the chase

As I stare at what ifs and how abouts
Never remedied the dreams I had to doubt
Never caught the sound I wished to sing
Remorse so sweet, soul so cold

A cage to my days, a fallout away
It needs me to survive
These memories forsake, breath lays awake
I wished I would try

If only things were simple
If only lies would wait
I can't remember last time
My monsters took the bait

If only things were simple
When on my knees I begged
I can't recall the one time
My demons laid me to shreds

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