Arguing amounts to nothing
And we're still left with that feeling in the pit of our stomach
Bragging alone admitted
Days till when the world
Opens or closes
And we did find out whether
You'll hate me forever
This isn't depression
This isn't realization
This is interrogation
The last thing I ever thought
You might say
Every piece is borrowed inspiration
Forced individualism
Chain of command
I was always meant to mean nothing
It explains why I still haven't found my way
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