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He always said he was alone,
Although he knew that it wasn’t true,
tribulation was by his side,
hand in hand, At, all, times
The world was a blur to him,
The people unimportant, they did not love him
No one was there, to hear his cries,
of pain


The windows blacked out, his soul in despair,
He had nothing to live for, nobody would care
If he pulled on this trigger and died in the night,
The struggle would end,
he’d give up the fight
the fight

an emptiness filled him, overflowed in his mind,
a desolate feeling, he’d walked through life blind,
a shadow of who he had pretended to be,
to the happy smiling faces that had abandoned him, he,
could not keep on living this small hollow life,
with nothing left in him, no will to survive.
Survive,
Survive
No will to survive.

The windows blacked out, his soul in despair,
He had nothing to live for, nobody would care
If he pulled on this trigger and died in the night,
The struggle would end,
he’d give up the fight
the fight

The windows blacked out, his soul in despair,
He had nothing to live for, nobody would care
he pulled on the trigger and died in the night,
The struggle would end,
he gave up the fight
the fight