I'll never make it out of here
In this world of the poems I smear
The life of woe and despair
In a manner of all that is beautiful and rare
I see no more, I just want to disappear
It's the rise of a cancer I can't bear
It's the fall of a depression I'm not allowed to share
All you can do is stop and stare
And all I can say is, even if I dare
I'll never make it out of here
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
I'll never make it out of here
In this world of the poems I smear
The life of woe and despair
In a manner of all that is beautiful and rare
I see no more, I just want to disappear
It's the rise of a cancer I can't bear
It's the fall of a depression I'm not allowed to share
All you can do is stop and stare
And all I can say is, even if I dare
I'll never make it out of here
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