THESE DAYS
Magnuson/Gason

The Pits of despair they comfort me, Their Familiar walls please me And so very little is pleasing these days We must take these things where we may find them Falling down is humbling these days

Nobody out there listens No one tries to hear No one ever tries to tell me Nobody out there cares

I waited for so long, its like I don't believe anymore in my self. And if what doesn't kill you makes you stronger I should be the strongest by now In my silence, no past exits no future looms Only present, only perfect stillness

Nobody out there listens No one tries to hear No one ever tries to tell me Nobody out there cares
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