i used to write all the time
where's my motivation
where's my imagination
smoking packs is all i do
why am i so **** confused
i want to hide
i want to run
chasing dreams is not so fun
i feel alone in this big world
i'm like a clam that lost its pearl
my head keeps spinning
i'm not taking i'm not giving
life feels empty but i'll keep on living
the pain is strong but so am i
if i really try i can touch the sky
so i'll keep on fighting through the pain
**** the storms and **** the rain
i can do this there's no doubt
it's just so hard getting off the couch
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
i used to write all the time
where's my motivation
where's my imagination
smoking packs is all i do
why am i so **** confused
i want to hide
i want to run
chasing dreams is not so fun
i feel alone in this big world
i'm like a clam that lost its pearl
my head keeps spinning
i'm not taking i'm not giving
life feels empty but i'll keep on living
the pain is strong but so am i
if i really try i can touch the sky
so i'll keep on fighting through the pain
**** the storms and **** the rain
i can do this there's no doubt
it's just so hard getting off the couch
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