Sep 2020
Same old story, it’s always night,
When will I give up this fight?
Powerless, camouflaged with fright,
Blurry eyes, losing my sight,
Looking for an escape, stop and just write.
When will I give up this fight?
Powerless, camouflaged with fright,
Blurry eyes, losing my sight,
Looking for an escape, stop and just write.
