They told me I'd be alright if I didn't think that way,
But every night I am waking in cold sweat,
With a heart that seems to be running a race.
I'm tired of my nightmares,
I'm tired of my dreams,
I'm tired of living,
Let's stop this kind of thinking please.
I don't want to die but I do want to give up,
I want to stop breathing.
I don't want to fade from memory.
Maybe be catatonic,
No thought, no dreams, no emotions, no feelings
Where I can lay my head down and see the stars,
And not the heavyweight of the world laying down on me.
— Everything Happens For A Reason, you're going to be okay.
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