Empty
If there were a way
to make it all disappear
I would find a way to leave
But, alas, I can't stop
this speeding train
from imminent derailment
and I can't start to believe
in all those things
others speak of
Hope, faith, unconditional love
If I could control this life
I would do just that
and would rise above
all this useless garbage
that doesn't matter
or mean a solitary thing to me
Its all for nothing
Just being wasted
so why can't I just be me?
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