A Life Not Living For
There are tons of rules
And yet many are broken
Truths turn and lies burn
Running through the forest of questions
Pain and misery lead to my personal death sessions
My feeble attempts to escape this hell
Are questionable so I begin to yell
The truth of life is knowing your dead
Even though you think that you're sleeping in your bed...
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