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Everytime


The time here, it passes so slowly

and my life's mistakes encompass me so wholly.

These passing faces

all in a rush to the races

and you can feel so alone

in a home that's well known.

You're lost in the crowd,

your head too far bowed

trying to hide the tears

that came too early for your years,

cuz everytime it rained

the sadness, it coursed through your veins

and everytime the moon came out your heart broke,

it broke without a doubt.

You've been missing for so long,

you forgot to hear the words of life's sweet song.

The whispers on the street

come off my ears like sleet

cuz begging for mercy and wishing for sight

is like a blind man who only sees the night.

It's like the man who's always hoping

but lifes too hard so he turns to doping.

Stuck in a nowhere

only ever hoping to go somewhere,

Cuz everytime it rains

these thoughts, they course through my veins.

 

 

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abbymluu
<p>I wrote this when I was going through a really time in life, and it seemed like every corner I turned was the wrong one.</p>

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