Hopeless, Despondent, & Misguided

The endless hurtache of waking up

With nothing to show for it

Where trying your best always seem to be silence by the truth

Where money plays a big role

like a puppeteer, showing his latest masterpiece

The piercing sounds of crying and worrying

I look in the mirror, asking the same questions over and over

Is everyday going to be like this?

Will I ever accomplish a dream that I can turn into a reality?

 

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