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…and the world keeps turning
God dammit Earth, can’t you stop? Just this once? I’m done, it’s over, there’re no tears left My soul is dead My own world is simply gone forever And yet they tell me you’ll still go on No matter what happens, you’ll still be there Well fuck you, world Don’t you care about anyone else? I’m dying inside yet you still turn Can't you see me here? I can’t pick myself back up not strong enough to forget no will for the struggle It’d be too hard to go back I can’t start from block one I’ve been at this same block too many times before Please, I’m begging you Stop turning, just this once Halt, just for me Let me know I don’t have to get back up Let me believe life really won’t go on Stop your endless cycle, World Just let me be alone with my misery. ----- 8-26-03
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