Empty feelings
Heartache, has me drawing in my own sorrow
Just let it rain dysphoria all over my sunny day,
now i'm flooding with bleakness woe and the thing that has never left my side
GRIEF
Dark and deep you made promises to me you wouldn't keep,
the wounds you left on me needs some healing
Monkeys climb,
Eagles fly,
People try, but will that be enough before the end of time?
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