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You say you understand
The feeling of feeling nothing
Dear friend, I know you do

I know you've felt this before
Every time I leave flowers at your door
The emptiness behind the wooden frame
It's all empty, it’s all the same

Your eyes glare back at me
An emptiness matched only by myself
Why are we here?
Why are we broken?
Like a bone that's healed crooked

So level me along the dirt
Sink me down and let me drown
In a grave that's made out of my mind
I always knew I would be left behind

I have written my eulogy
Parade my body in the isle
Of an empty church
Remember me
For who I was
Not for who I was made to be
With lack of dopamine

Who I was made to be
With lack of dopamine

You said you understood
But the feeling of feeling nothing
Persevered as we both shook
Oh my god, this can't be real
This isn't really happening

Now I know you've felt this before
You feel it now as the flowers rot at your door
The emptiness behind the wooden frame
It's always empty
It's always the same

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