Pain 2
I’m sitting here all alone,
Trying to let go,
Trying not to think of the shit going on in my life anymore,
I tried to forget but I can’t think when I’ve lost my happiness,
I’m loosing myself along with my hope for change,
The poison that I injected in my veins,
does nothing to alleviate my pain,
So tell how can a man forget about his fucked up life,
When he lives it every single day...
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