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And it's just another night that knew no sleep,
My mind is fine but my body, it's getting weak
12 hours of silence, 12 hours of being alone
And the question still prevails; is it all worth it?
Still I wake every morning and search for my purpose
Because, if there's a point to everything
You can't let it just go to waste
Right?

I'm tearing my insides up
Keeping myself alive
And if life is about luck
Then I can let everything else die

Nothing much makes sense anymore
I sit here alone and all I can do is think
And thre more I realize
The more confused I become
Whats the point of having eyes
If they don't help you see?
Whats the point of a mouth
If no one hears you speak?