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Preface/Stepping Stones
02:55
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This is my musical journal.
I'm writing this at 7:30am, October 25th, Year 2020.
My name is Timothy Mayne and I'm 31 years of age.
I feel like I have lived, loved, and hurt enough for several lifetimes over already.
I've caused a lot of pain unintentionally and received that same pain back tenfold.
I apologise to anyone that I've ever hurt, but for those that have intentionally hurt me and pushed me close to suicide over the last few years, I offer you nothing but a great big fuck you.
You're everything that's wrong with this world and you're that self absorbed that
you don't even realise the harm you cause to people, nor do you seem to care.
Let's be real.
You never fucking cared about anything, unless it benefited you.
You're that far away from reality that you won't even think this song is about you.
I sometimes think that I'm going insane, because it feels like I'm the only one who can see through these transparent cunts. Ha, Fuck.
You use people as a stepping stone, it seems like happiness and success comes from being cold, right down to the bone.
Well fuck that, I'd rather be a miserable failure, than remembered as a heartless fucking traitor.
God damn.
These are my tales of pain.
I may not be remembered, and I may not have made an impact on society.
But I hope these words that I speak can resonate with at least a few of you.
We are the outcasts, and we are the unpopular ones, but we know our worth and we know that we won't bow to anyone.
We won't bow to anyone.
We won't bow to anything.
We won't bow.
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Chapter 1: Wake Up
03:17
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You're about to feel my wrath.
For all the years I spent at the bottom of a bottle, wishing I was standing in front of a loaded barrel.
Begging for the trigger to be pulled.
Heart breaker, life taker.
Here's a track to the fallen ones.
That had a bitch push them way to far, and that were taken way too fucking soon.
HEART BREAKER! LIFE TAKER!
You are hell on earth.
Shut your legs, and shut your fucking mouth.
You're a good for nothing slut, and I hope for the ones you's took, that karma catches up.
You built us up all this time, just to take it all away, and that's fine.
But don't come running when you're used for sex and realise that you fucked up, 'coz you're dead to us.
Pick it up.
I see your morals laid out on the ground.
I almost tripped and fell.
But now I've found a life worth living, without you and your bullshit facade.
Without your rules for me, when I had no rules for you.
Oh. Bitch, get fucked.
You built us up, just to take it all away.
You turned your back while it broke apart, but today is a new day.
You built us up all this time, just to take it all away, and that's fine.
But don't come running when you're used for sex and realise that you fucked up, 'coz you're dead to us.
DEAD TO US!
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Chapter 3: Dark Light
01:44
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*Interlude*
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Chapter 4: Breathless
04:01
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You leave me breathless.
Hands around my throat and I can barely breathe.
The saddest part is that these hands are mine
You leave me breathless.
Hands around my throat and I can barely breathe.
The saddest part is that these hands around my throat are mine.
Depression. Obsession. Over analyse. Always criticise. Cynical. Despicable. I act like I’m untouchable and care free, when most the time I actually hate myself and feel like I’m locked in a cage of my own mind.
Is it all of you, or am I just my worst enemy
What will it take for me to see the light again?
Or am I just too far gone and am I too broken. to be saved. I feel enslaved by pain.
You leave me breathless.
Hands around my throat and I can barely breathe.
The saddest part is that these hands around my throat are mine
You leave me breathless.
Hands around my throat and I can barely breathe.
The saddest part is that these hands around my throat are mine.
You leave me breathless.
I leave myself breathless.
You leave me breathless.
I leave myself breathless.
Coz you is me.
And me is you.
Coz you is me.
And me is you.
Heartbreak. Both ways. I speak a lot on the pain that’s come my way, but I’ve made endless mistakes and caused a lot of pain to innocent people that didn’t deserve it. So I’m sorry. Yes I’m sorry,
For following my broken mind or animalistic urges. Y’all didn’t deserve the shit. I hope you see that this is real, And there’s no excuses for what I did...and I’m letting you know now that i regret it.
Breathless.... Breathless...
I'm almost out or air.
Maybe I should take my life.
Would anyone care if I was gone.
Maybe I should take my life.
I don’t feel like anyone would care... until I’m gone.
Until I’m gone.
No one will care until I'm gone.
You leave me breathless.
Hands around my throat and I can barely breathe.
The saddest part is that these hands are mine
You leave me breathless.
Hands around my throat and I can barely breathe.
The saddest part is that these hands around my throat are mine.
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REAP(her) Melbourne, Australia
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