Dying Young
They say sticks and stones may break my bones but I
came face to face with a wall today.
I keep on searching but I'm lost
I keep on climbing but I'm falling
I'm walking but your pulling me back
Haven't you had enough of the scars that I already have
I'm shouting with no voice
I'm crying but the well within is dried up
Gravity keeps on pulling me back
Katrina keeps on coming back
Its dark where can I find the light
I'm chained, trapped, binned-ed by this chains
I can't breath your suffocating me
I can't sleep your controlling my life
I'm shouting and kicking but your laughing
Im torn apart and bleeding
You see the the beauty on the outside but I'm dying
within.
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