Broken down.. beaten.. bruised,
Emotions shot.. hurt and used.
Life itself.. full of abuse.
Down.. torn.. sometimes inraged..
Nothin' to do
But, sit in a dase.
Once so loud,
Now quiet to all.
Life itself.. falling away-
No one to talk to..
Not one will understand.
Living a bubble...
Life is now damned-
Don't look for a way out.
It has already been taken.
Don't cry,
Tears will never hit the ground.
Don't smile...
they all know it's fake.
Just sit there amazed..
No way to walk away,
they make you face it-
Hold on tight..
This is the story of ones life.
Don't blink,
For those eyes may never see the sunrise...
And, the clouds ruled in the sky.
Time wont stop-
People will just move on.
What's happening now...
Just another face,
in the hated crowd.
And what once was,
Will never be.
The things no one will see.
And,
All that can be done..
Is breaking down.
So hide the tears,
Don't show the pain...
They all think these emotions are just games.
Hard to crack
But, easy to beat.
Step up..
Or step down.
Forever there is no way out of this that brought you far so down.
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