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There must be something inside

something broken, something rotten

something blue

very deep and very blue 

like the ocean

Salty.

I can't feel love

I can't be happy

I don't know what it is I lack.

There is everything you want to take

and nothing I would.

Dull days.

Empty beds

wet sheets 

loud loughs 

shinny screens in the dark

a fridge full of beer.

Is not happiness.

But still, I don't know what it is.

Let it go, I repeat to myself,

let me go, set me free.

But still, I don't want it.

'Cuz I don't really know

I don't really see

I only truly deeply feel

and that's absurd.