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if everyone is different from each other, why do they act the same?
raising their hands up to one another, screaming on the train
i believe in overpopulation but don’t believe in hell
so if another body winds up missing, is it just as well?
and there’s a madman playing in the basement, i can hear his drums
he waits all day for anyone to play with, no one ever comes
i’ve felt this way
the last few days
i wish i could say
it wasn’t sane
i’m afraid of every generation, most of all my own
when everyone around me is a stranger, nowhere feels like home
and it’s not cheap (the price to feel you’re needed) when you get this alone
i’ve felt this way
the last few days
but i just complain
if i could wait
and sleep in late
then i’d feel safe
there’s a world that i know i’d like to live in
but i could only catch a glimpse
and i know the only way that i could get there
is if my head were more like another limb
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