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I just need some air
My throat is closing up; I can't breathe
So many goals—I don't know which way to run
What should I do? Who should I reach out to?
I hate making plans
What if, by tomorrow, I’m just lying on the floor?
Outlined in chalk
Left to rot alongside my body
Left to rot alongside my legacy
I don't want to think about it
I’m bursting with ambition
I’ll move to a new city—I want to play my first show
I’ll change people’s lives—I’ll give them something to feel
I’ll change myself—I need to find some calm
Sorry if I’m being harsh
I’m just used to thinking only of myself
Life will eventually show who you people really are
Sometimes, I’m far too merciful with others
I want to tear down these mountains
It is both my sorrow and my curse
It was so much simpler back when I was just a kid
When I didn't have to think about a thing—just move on to the next activity
I’d fall down, get back up—and then I’d conquer
I’d fall, I’d rise, I’d make mistakes, and I’d forgive
Is this my stop? Well then, goodbye.
Okay, I’ve got a lot to do.
And no one knows just how lonely I am.
I pour salt in my wounds just to churn out these lines.
I’m rotting away like a corpse in a fucking futon.
And this routine—it’s just like thick sludge—
Dragging me down to the bottom.
And it hurts so much... it’s so self-indulgent...
I’m afraid I’m going to snap.
It hurts so much—it just does.
My thoughts are crowding in; they won’t let me breathe.
They’re stuck like a lump in my throat, and I don’t want to resolve them.
Stuck like a lump in my throat, and I don’t want to run away (From them—from *them*).
They know exactly who’s sitting on the throne now.
Before, there were zeros; now, there are millions.
I achieved more going solo than I ever did in a team—sorry.
I want to tear down these mountains.
This is my sorrow, and this is my curse.
It was easier back when I was just a punk kid—
Not having to think about anything, just switching gears whenever I wanted.
I’d fall down, get back up, and then go kick some ass.
Fall down, get up, make mistakes, forgive.
Fall down, get up, make mistakes... (Ah-ah-ah).
I just need some air—that’s all.
My throat feels blocked; I can’t breathe.
I have so many goals, but I don’t know which way to run.
What am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to reach out to?
I hate making plans.
What if, by tomorrow, I’m just lying on the floor—
Outlined in chalk?
Rotting away alongside my body...
Rotting away alongside my life’s work...
I just don’t want to think about it.
I’m bursting with ambition.
I’ll move to a new city—I want to play my first live show.
I’ll change people’s lives—I’ll give them something to *feel*.
I’ll change myself—I need to learn to be calmer.
Sorry if I’m being harsh.
I’m just used to thinking only about myself.
Life will eventually show everyone here exactly who they really are.
Sometimes... I’m just a little too merciful toward people.