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I want out, I want out of this fucking place,
There's nothing left to salvage nothing left to converse,
And when it leaves there is no hope of return,
No hope of salvation to rid this affliction.

This was meant to change everything, bring a new age;
A change of guard and a change of heart.
A renewed bond but physicality reigns.

Is this what I really want, is this making me content?
Is this what it's meant to be, is this is what to become of me?

I hate what I've become, I hate what I've become
Open my eyes and show me what it really means.

This is the end of everything.