Isn't a Moment's Rest
Sitting on my bed, alone in my room, I cry and cry
Things are getting tougher, I feel all joy slipping away
There isn’t a moment’s rest, mind working overtime just to remain sane
Why? Why are all these things happening?
My life is losing all hope, all I want is to run far away
Leave all that is and never return
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