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Possibly Triggering - no title
Don’t know how I got here
Crawled up life, don’t know why
Drunk and I can’t see the light
I’m so afraid, my body’s curled up
Trying to hide
Held up by false hope and disillusions
Will the world ever know me?
I’m not gonna be here long
But forgiveness isn’t my style
Where am I supposed to go?
How else can we get though this?
You beg me to stop him
To not let him go
Do you really think he’ll see this though?
I’m too tired to care anymore
You get to walk away
But we’re stuck with it everyday
Tell him you care
Hold his hand and stroke his hair
Following a path cause I think I should
To be honest I want to fade away
I’m ready to die in the memory
Live with out joy or direction
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