Feeling Sorry For Myself
There's no rhyme or reason to live
Ive nothing to offer , nothing but misery to give
Id sail off into the sunset but this vessel's riddled with holes
and i haven't seen the sun in so long i can almost see through the darkness
Tried dreaming of being a child and playing in the park but the parks not there the weeds
are laid bare and the swings and rides are rusted and crustacean encrusted
No desire to wake each dawn i find harder to take , a situation of my making from constantly
taking
Haunted by the malady frightened to insanity and riddled with guilt from this life i have built
Even God has forsaken me for granted i have taken Thee , I cant handle this persecution
God please expedite my execution , For i alone cannot find a solution
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