When no goal is gettable
You feel down and pitiful
Stained with ridicule
And ashamed to feel a pulse
When you have no intentions
But every time it’s mentioned
It seems like such a cinch and
******** gets clenching
when you have to face the next dawn
when you’re **** spawn,
rather sit in slumber,
to make my mind number
And still it burns..
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
When no goal is gettable
You feel down and pitiful
Stained with ridicule
And ashamed to feel a pulse
When you have no intentions
But every time it’s mentioned
It seems like such a cinch and
******** gets clenching
when you have to face the next dawn
when you’re **** spawn,
rather sit in slumber,
to make my mind number
And still it burns..
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