Anastasia Hutto Poet Lyric

Time

Time, is part
Of the line, in life
But I feel, like it’s
Fading quick, so, save me
Please!
Bored in, my mind
But thinking, can a sin
Be kind.
My mind, is bored
Did I sign, to be sore
In my heart.
I don’t know, why I feel this
Way though.
I hate, being bored
Cuz my fate, is fading.
All I see, is me
Alone.
The Silent, cries inside
Feels like, you’re just going to die.
The silent, will turn violent
But what you, want is quiet
And soon.
You see, that I hide behind
Even if I fake, the smile 
On my face.
There the new, you
and the smiles, we know
there so, fake.
Locked in a cell, no way to
Escape from there.
Going through hell, as a deep well
Falls down in, as if you’re a sin.
Going through hell, about to sell
My soul, for happiness
Instead of the… madness.

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