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Hercules


 

I’m heart broken,

Playing more games, this is my last token,

But I got change

Emotions never spoke.

I’m neck deep in pain, so I’m always choking

Scared to ignite the flame so I suppress it in depression

You can call that rain!

 

Yea I finally learn’t my lesson

Blessings from my own shame, being tested by my own game,

Can’t confess it                                                                                                                                                                  so I get off the plane

Running from the problem

Instead of putting the tone to its name,

Blowing out the memories looking for a remedy,

Proposing a solution when the answers right in front of me,

Wishing I could go back and end it all with a petty fee.

Wishing for a hero, I need a Hercules!

 

When I call comes certainly,

Confident attitudes builds personality, got friends but he still has individuality,

My sin to God

Tragedy!

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