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Living is that sickening feeling of swaying over the edge

When naming the days feels like counting down

I take what I can get because I've given more than I possess

I hold my head high because I'm trying not to drown

Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you

Understand what's killing you

Like trying to feel pleasure without pain

Like trying to survive without vice

Jumping in with both feet just to tread water

Trusting others too much and yourself, not enough

Understanding what gets you through might end up killing you

Understand what's killing you

Disposed on the side of the road, left to wonder

If the headlights are a savior or a killer

Conscious mind, body paralyzed, just trying to wake up

Living is the sickening feeling of dread

Living is the impending presence of death