If the world is real,
Why does time seem to stop sometimes?
If the world really does spin,
Why can't you feel it?
If the world is such a brilliant place,
Why is it full of so much sadness?
If the world is the place I'm meant to be,
Then why do I want to leave?
I want to get out of this place,
I want to die,
I want to bleed,
And feel the pain,
I want so many things,
But they're always a little too far away,
For me to reach them,
I want someone to really love me,
For who I am,
But I'll never get that.
If the world is so great,
Why do I feel so bad?
Why does time seem to stop sometimes?
If the world really does spin,
Why can't you feel it?
If the world is such a brilliant place,
Why is it full of so much sadness?
If the world is the place I'm meant to be,
Then why do I want to leave?
I want to get out of this place,
I want to die,
I want to bleed,
And feel the pain,
I want so many things,
But they're always a little too far away,
For me to reach them,
I want someone to really love me,
For who I am,
But I'll never get that.
If the world is so great,
Why do I feel so bad?
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