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I won't cry over tomorrow's tears, Wishing away all my deepest, dark fears. Losing myself,drowning in the madness, Trying to fill an empty cup, only full of sadness. Put on a smile, laugh, it all will be okay, Searching reaching for anything to take the pain away. Taken,lost,broken, maybe something in between Mourning the death of me,but have I ever been seen? At the bottom,eyes looking up, which direction do I take? But each choice is wrong, no matter which I make. Take it all in breathe it all out, Your journey is supposed to be what it's all about. So familiar, all of this, have I been here before? Looking down at the choices of tears wet on the floor. In the dark,there's a shadow,reaching out for me, I don't know what it wants, it's difficult to see. The pressure is consuming,it's getting hard to breathe, I grasp the hand,now desperate, what will I become? Coming upon the surface now,nothing left,where is it?Why am I so numb? There's no manual or guide for what this life has in store, Begging,pleading, please I can't take it anymore! So I won't cry over tomorrow's tears, 'Cause time erodes you through all of these years.
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