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Some days I sit, staring out the window
Watching this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothing to live for
I almost break down and cry

There's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside of my soul,
And just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,
Or try to live up to these expectations?