Dark Days
You've hurt in so many ways,
I'm stuck in some dark days,
If you label me worse than the rest,
I will throw away my best.
You say I don't know my place,
In an instant my persona can change,
It you won't let these scars mend,
Why can't this fight end?
You just put out my light,
I can't fight without sight,
If you label me a bad kid,
Forget about justice.
Now I'm trapped in my darkest day,
This pain can't go away,
You made full of doubt,
I want to knock you out.
I will give into the storm,
Give me labels and I'll conform,
I can't put down this rage,
Even in my brightest day.
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