Why am I crying. Myself to sleep? Why am I finding Every lyrics deep?
Why am I feeling depressed, Without getting hurt? Why am I losing my mind, Because of an invisible cut?
Why am I being serious, For stuff that I never cared? Why am I getting thoughts, That can never be shared?
Why am I becoming someone, Whose story is actually twisted? Why am I not being the same person Who thought love never existed?
But, why should I feel low, For something that was never mine? Why should I die inside, For such things and lose my shine?
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