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“Blooms” lyrics

This will forever be an apology,
Cause I know somehow it will set me free.
I can’t hold onto the self-abuse. It’s not your fault.
I missed my chance to bloom.

Everything fades away.
We’ll all meet the same fate.
Even if you grow old or die alone,
What difference will it make?
I’m obsolete.
So easy to replace.
I won’t deserve a chance at happiness living this way.

Just another line about the better days,
Finding peace in what you had.
I tell myself one day I’ll reminisce and say:
“Things really weren’t so bad”.
But I still can’t seem to let go.
So I’m the only one to blame for my bleak view on life,
Left all alone in the mundane.
But I know you know what it feels like kid,
You once loved so much but hate yourself for what you did.
So I’ll cry for help to find myself in everyone else,
That’s not that the person you thought you’d be.
Fade away.
We’ll all meet the same fate.
Even if you grow old or die alone,
What difference will it make?
I’m obsolete.
So easy to replace.
I won’t deserve a chance at happiness living this way.

It’s constant heartache to face the world time after time.
When you only have so much of it, I feel my life just slip by.
Is this all even real?
Is there something more to this?
All those moments we’ll miss when were knocked back into the abyss.
Would someone just give me a purpose to have,
Cause my past can’t be the best thing that ever happened to me.
This sadness just won’t stop defining me.
I lost my chance to leave to a promised land, to feel whole again.

Excerpt: “I think about mortality continually. I won’t say constantly, but every day. And so, watching ourselves die is to me overwhelming evidence that there is no life after death. And the troubling, troubling consequence of this is you don’t have to be perfect, you just have to be good enough.”

Well there’s nothing left to see but an empty, worthless shell of a man.
And there’s nothing to be proud of, I’ll never know who I am.
And with all those late-night thoughts,
Knowing in the back of my head, I’ll never see you again.
And the older that I get,
The more surprised I’ll be I haven’t ended it all.