Lost for life
How to express yourself to yourself
Living life fake and wishing to be better
A mind were there is no control makes you think of the dark creeping inside
Does the good really outweigh the bad
Or does the demons attack and that’s the last of that
Trying to breath wishing your mother was here to preach .
Thinking of god in the time of need
Looking for a sign
Hoping to take a ride with your angels to lead you into the light
But instead cry alone at night having one angel keeping you alive
Man fuck this life I don’t have time to realize
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