Crash
You made a promise
One you couldn't keep
To be honest
You knew you couldn't down deep
You wonder why you exist
You have nothing to seek
You look in those sins and cuts of yours
You find nothing to note
You feel your life is torn
So this is what you wrote
about how you wish you weren't born
or how your life is a sinking boat
These words mean nothing
As you have learned before
You're still here, and that is something
You keep choosing to live life once more
But you live without a thing
No soul, no hope, nothing anymore
Where to go from here,
Take the wheel because I can't steer.
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