Something's looming over me.
Like a fog cast over my life,
through which I can't see.
It's a feeling at the core of my being,
Screaming,
my life has no meaning.
But maybe it's too soon to tell.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out,
and save me from this dreary hell.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
Something's looming over me.
Like a fog cast over my life,
through which I can't see.
It's a feeling at the core of my being,
Screaming,
my life has no meaning.
But maybe it's too soon to tell.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out,
and save me from this dreary hell.
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