Walking in the dark
Walking in this dark, cold, and lonely world of mine
The shady trees look at me like I’m fine
I follow along the crumbling path
Sink away into the suppressing wrath
It takes me under, I can’t breathe
Something is pulling me consistently
These tears I cry are swallowing me whole
I’ve seem to fallen in a dark hole
Unlike Alice this won’t be fine
I’m stuck in this hole and am too tired to climb
I’ve been sad all along
I’ll die here now because I lived my life all wrong.
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