Someone Must Hear the Call For Help
When did you become the boss?
When did I become the clown?
I was your punching bag
But now I’m found
Seen only trough bars
Found only in death
As I fall through the window
Are you standing down?
Will you be around
As I hit the ground
I can’t
Hold on
To what
I’ve come
To be
Is this a permanent answer
For my temporary problem
Now is the issue
Of how to solve them
Seen searching through stars
Wishing for death,
My only calm
As I fall through the window
Are you standing down?
Will you be around
As I hit the ground
Kill me
Stop me
Show me
What I can be
So will you stop me?
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