If Pleasure's Gone

I consent to nothing if you're just gonna nitpick me
 Every single chance that you get
 To bitch, you insist, enough of all this shit
 You couldn't fix me with help from anything that you give
 And you're twisting my wrist to force the pieces fit
 Puzzled, the unlinked but dragging through the distance
 Wishing you listened enough to understand
 Some of the symptoms have left me with a sickness
 I'm giving to each and every single one of them, but
 I'm not done, I'm not giving up
 Give in to me, give it to me
 If I say that I'm quitting, don't pity for me
 Pity for me
 If this is all that life has laid out for me
 Then I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see
 If I was lost, I'd climb to the tallest peak
 And ask myself if it's more worth it to hide or seek
 And what's been lost has found to be hurting me
 More than I ever could imagine, how could it be?
 If pleasure's gone, then let me go back to sleep
 'Cause I don't wanna have to wake up to the vacant mourning
 Distraught and I can't seem to flee from this and what not
 I've caught a virus in deceit, what if I'm possibly a victim?
 A broken concept seen and unreported
 Systems, diminishing indeed
 If pleasure's gone, I'll make my own fun
 But I can't seem to release inconveniences underlined
 When will I feel like I felt before all of this?
 When will I be better for myself?
 Can I still offer the others help?
 Am I still me? Am I someone else?
 Am I still me? Am I somebody else?
 Well, who's to say if nothing's important?
 There's a burning air surrounding me
 I'm all that I have in this, and
 If this is all that life has laid out for me
 Then I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see
 If pleasure's gone, let me go back to sleep
 'Cause I don't wanna have to wake up to the vacant mourning
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 I'll make my own fun
 When I give in and when it gets out of my enclosure
 Pinned, caught
 Give in to what has been calling your name