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My Life


Living each day with the stresses of my life My soul feels like its been stabbed with a knife Anger and pain is what's building up inside Feelings of bane and being cast aside No place I call home, no memories I cherish Like the fall of Rome I wish to parish I'm the sickness of the world call me a germ Small and insignificant just like a worm Not sure how long I can take this ridicule Everything reminds me I am minuscule The worlds got me thinking I am just a tool I wanna end it now, lord give me some fuel Darkness and depression consume my brain Lord hear my confession, without you I can't sustain No longer alive, I wish to remain I'm giving you my life, that's something you've ordained. Here I am bloody palms and bloody knees This moment, this day, this life, I must seize Can't keep living with this pain my disease Regardless of how I feel it you I must please My life my heart my soul has been devoted Go ahead n take these lines I'm fine with being quoted I took the bullets out, no longer is it loaded I'm needing some repair my soul Has been eroded I've drank enough chocolate milk The message has been decoded
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