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I must have finally hit that point where I'm numb, because I can't really figure out what I'm feeling or thinking. So I'm just going to post lyrics for anyone who's reading, it'll kill some time, because I know one only ends up here out of boredom. Second one is mine. One of the nine I kept out of around 30.

Brightest - Copeland
"If you find yourself here on my side of town
I'd pray that you'd come to my door
Talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about
Cause I don't remember anymore
I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar

And I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar"

Race of Manipulators
"You run the strings to our hands and feet,
And make us bow and dance at your command.
Your beck and call serves as our purpose in life.
Who are we to resist our bonds?
Who are we to deny our roles?
You parade your other toys in front of us,
And crush our dreams of remaining your favorite.
Your entertainment burns our mass-produced chests.
Who are we to question our puppeteers?
Who are we to deplore our brothers?
You pump out our usefulness without regard,
And discard us when we have no surprises to offer.
Your use of binding words holds promises unkept.
Who are you to laugh at our antics?
Who are you to perpetuate our disgrace?
We who are your harlequin slaves."