Sometimes
Sometimes I feel crushed, mushed and hushed
Like a glass piece shattered on a rock
I feel, yes,.. Lost, tossed, forced to pass
Feel like got to bend so low to own yet mine
Life seems at an end, road turns rough
When the only shoulder leaves my circle
When my only shade sheds off leaves
The sun, life, scorch strong to burn
Its a hard blow right on the face
A strong throw through the earth
A punch right to puncture a future
To deflate a soul and press on a heart
So hurting that acting works like art
Entertains but brings me back to origin
Just wanna let go and own
Sit back and watch the notch
Anyway, it's life of lie-if
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