I'M Fine Thank You, and Yourself
Gone are the days when my release was my writing.
Today is a struggle tryna find reason to keep fighting.
F**k it! Let things be. Keep keep moving!
It's not enough I got no motivation to keep keep going.
'cause today its all about fake smiles, tryna keep the conversation going.
Keep the your f***ed up job so you have a place to room in.
Imagine waking up in the morning regretting.
Regretting waking up, being born, regretting your very being.
Its like you've got no reason.
Shakespeare said "to be or, not to be". To be is not at all easy.
Along with all this demotivation, taunts being flung at all hours of the day.
And the night time sorrows. 'cause chances are its not a f***ing dream. The cycles starts again.
More and more regret at your very being. Here comes the pain!
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