I took a deep breath
and thought it was my last.
I feel as if I've lost all substance
Bending to fit everyone else
I've forgotten myself
It never hurts to do another person good
But to forget about yourself will only kill you
and half of the time those people fuck you over
I cannot stop trying to please others
Somehow I feel like it'll make me feel good
It's clearly killing me
I'm blind to the fact that I'm dying
Showing all of the symptoms
I lay here alone
Barely breathing
but I breathe to keep you alive
to do your tasks for you
still hoping to get some sort of sick satisfaction
A satisfaction that I know I'll die before I reach.
But I'll continue trying.
Some may call that strength
It is the most deadly weakness.
Copyright 2004 Heart of Stone
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