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To lay on the rooftop
Just to stare at the sky
Or dive into the pool
Just to sit at the bottom and cry
Carve your skin with a knife
Try to dig out the pain
Doesn't seem to be any difference
Can't tell the sun from the rain
Give so much but get so little
So willing to let it take it over
Flooding all senses without hesitation
A heavy, thick, overwhelming cover
Back at the beginning
To the point where it all started
Not that much left to do
But wonder why you were so retarded

To Belong

Can't say it hurts, to be exact
But I'd really rather be intact.
You see, it's not so much pain as longing
Wanting so much to feel that sense of belonging
It's a trivial thing to belong, you say?
Why not go chew on a stack of hay?
Or rip off your clothes and dance on the street?
While you're at it, try to hug everyone you may meet.
I'd rather be normal, thank you very much.
And enjoy all the benefits of such.
That being said, please re attach my hand
I'm late for a rehearsal with my band