Withering
In this bizarre life
I try and do right
But everytime..
I feel my emotions stab me with a sharp knife
Telling me all i do is a waste of time
Another game from my perspective
Leaving me, on the inside; broke and penniless
Until im drained of all my life
And sometimes i wish to discard it
Because its pointless to try
My soul begins to bleed as my heart begins to cry
Someone wake me from my endless nightmare
And internally perilous night
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