The Pathetic Undertaking of An Undermined Mortal
I'm standing here looking around
I cannont clear my minds apparatus
I only have one eye open
I cannot escape this painful status
I try to look the other way
And pretend that I can't see
But this pain won't retreat
My soul will never be free
But it's ok
I let it happen to me
Is it a crime? Forget it
We weren't meant to be
So as i sit here in pitty
I reminisce on the past
How did i get to this debacle
And now become the outcast
I look upon myself
And ask if I should continue
Or should I give up
And pick out my own venue?
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