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I've got a few bad habits yeah I know I'll never have it all

Sprawled out on the floor like a doormat in my squalor's thrall

Can't escape this liminal space, can only seem to crawl

Head is spinning around in that melancholy hormone stall

Wanna be a tragic beauty, princess in a black dress

Instead I'm lying around feeling like an abcess

Where is my life gone, I have made no progress

Nothing left to do, nothing left to do but regress

What do you expect from me? What is left of me?

What am I supposed to be?

Seeking the Silence to process this fog of regret

Looking back and forward, but numb to the present

Resentful of the fleeting joy that makes life worth it

Crippling fear of failure, of being less than perfect

Now I can wear my heart on the surface

But my card gets declined when I make a purchase

I did everything and nothing to deserve this

I thought I'd accomplish more before my back started hurting

What do you expect of me, what is left of me?

What am I supposed to be?

I dream every night that everyone I love will leave me

Inside I'm cold as ice, when I'm kind I'm deceiving

I don't know what secrets to believe

One day at a time picking up the pieces

My heart is a machine mean and masochistic

Stressed and in a mess and my priorities twisted

Gotta find some inner-peace, everything will pass but never me

What do you expect of me? What is left of me?

What am I supposed to be?

Despite how all things fade to ash, today's no different from the last.

We decay as seasons change, still the lingering dream remains.