Perspiring
Walking through the depths of life,
I wonder why,
how come each day is the same,
How come I have end up this way?
Life is perspiring,
right inside of me
everything seems so tiring,
Just making me feel that way.
What's there to hope for,
What's there to see?
the world is right ini front of me.
Life is tiring,
isn't it not?
There is nothing interesting,
there is nothing more.
Keep living the way it is,
just keep going on,
life is perspiring,
ain't it always are?
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