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About the pain in my life, and people needing to come down to earth. |
| This pain is mislead, As my wrists are bleeding, I see now Through this tearful haze, That My life is an everlasting maze, All I can do is wish for better days, That will set my soul ablaze, Like the forgotten days, When we used to parse our craze, As people slowly kill the idea of unity, This world getting filled with broken love, That no one has spoken of, Because they haven't woken, To see the world form the real side, And not the disillusioned rise to stride for the "Good Life", If only they all knew, How to follow through, On my point of view, They would see, How much it means to me, That they come down to Earth, To see that this cruse, Didn't allow me to reimburse, What once my life, I now know the true meaning of pain, As I slide the knife down my wrist again. |