by Unknown
Jul 2009 386 Views 1 comments
My life
I'm worn down fourty hours at a jog I hate
My life is unwinding its just to late
Its hard to keep goin I just want to stop
I'm at the bottom I cant't see the top
I'm slowly dieing my soul is crushed
I keep yelling but my voice is hushed
I want to be you butI'm stuck as me
I need to get away but its insanity
You see me here but I'm already dead
I can't take it backits the life I've led
My life is unwinding its just to late
Its hard to keep goin I just want to stop
I'm at the bottom I cant't see the top
I'm slowly dieing my soul is crushed
I keep yelling but my voice is hushed
I want to be you butI'm stuck as me
I need to get away but its insanity
You see me here but I'm already dead
I can't take it backits the life I've led
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Posted: Jul 2009
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