"Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself,
He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here,
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it,
There it goes again, he's listening to someone,
He hears the bitter laughter,
And all he wants to know is...
Why... does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try... the inhale that makes the exhale so much better"
- in "Inhale" by Stone Sour
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