Dragging My Life Around
Day after day into my abyss I call life
No matter the corner there's always strife
Things that I do always turn out to be wrong
It's weakening me, when once I stood strong
What do I do, tell me where do I go
When once I'd be bounding and now I'm so slow
Who do I turn to, tell me who's going to listen
When once I'd be bouncing and now I'm listing
Day after day into my abyss I call life
No matter the corner there's always strife
Things that I do always turn out to be wrong
For one day I'll find out where I exactly belong
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2021
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