"You should just learn to treasure your life, through my song of life"
"You should just learn to treasure your love, through my songs about family"
Saying things like that, the thing my true feelings longed for was mere sympathy
Covered in desire, and completely missing the mark of normality, was I?
I sang because I was in pain
I sang because I was sad
I sang because I wanted to live, it was naught but a mass of my own ego
Looking back, there's no way a song like that would ever save anyone
But I wanted to become your god
Who the heck really thinks a song like this can fill your oozing, corroded scars...
Even if I held you close and screamed out, nothing, in reality would change
Songs sung screaming recklessly, all they really do is clear my own mind for a moment
I think what I really wanted was sympathy, but I did want to save you too...
I am powerless, I am powerless, I am powerless, I am powerless, I am powerless
Falling down and down and down, all in tatters with wounds turned to scars
I just wanted to talk to someone, have a silly conversation
"I was saved by you" or "I started to think I wanted to live after all"
...Ah, I see! But it's yourself you should be thanking for changing! Good for you
When I was a child I thought I'd grow up into a great grown up,
Or maybe I should say, I wanted to become a great grown-up and save myself
Time passed, and the state I achieved was naught but a self of crumbling mud,
I'm using all my strength just to live another day, it was an everyday of singing like throwing up
I sang time and time again, I sang so much my scabs peeled away
I, of living flesh, wanted to become your god
Who the heck really thinks a song like this can heal your oozing, built up pains
Even if I hold you close, and scream, it won’t change the fact that you’re in pain
Songs screamed sloppily, I don’t actually like them either
I think what I really wanted was sympathy, but I can’t save anyone with that
So I am powerless, I am powerless, I am powerless, I am powerless, I am powerless
"I want to lay down proof I was alive" or "I want to be praised by someone"
Those things aren't actually all that important to me, my life is already one fallen to ruin anyway
I just... want to sing a song that will save someone
I want to sing a song that will protect someone
I want to sing a song that will save you
But it's impossible,
I know you can become happy, of your own accord, through your own means
Who the heck really thinks a song like this can fill your oozing, corroded scars...
I want to hold you close, I want to scream for you, of your scars your pain, everything
But you know, in the end you're strong. Surely you can face forward all on your own
And that's fine by me
But maybe, when there comes a time where you start to cry,
Let me sing all your pain, your hardships, your weaknesses, your heart – with my powerless, incompetent, dirtied song
I am powerless, I am powerless, I could not become god
I am powerless, I am powerless,
I want to save you with this powerless song, but
I want to save you, but...
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