I've lived a life of pain,
one hidden by the rain.
And each time I failed,
my efforts became vain.
I've lived a life so sad,
things always seemed bad.
For nothing held for long,
and they always went wrong.
I've lived a life of mystery,
one I hoped would be history.
And with every mile of victory,
I inched away from misery.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
I've lived a life of pain,
one hidden by the rain.
And each time I failed,
my efforts became vain.
I've lived a life so sad,
things always seemed bad.
For nothing held for long,
and they always went wrong.
I've lived a life of mystery,
one I hoped would be history.
And with every mile of victory,
I inched away from misery.
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