It's not that I wasn't happy before
I was but I didn't understand happiness
Now that it's gone I feel like an endless pit
Something someone would choke on
Poison to all that feel my presence.
Nothing to do but continue to die
Life without the sun isn't all that bad
I just don't have anywhere to hang my head
Feel endless in their warmth and hands
Losing strength losing myself on my path
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
It's not that I wasn't happy before
I was but I didn't understand happiness
Now that it's gone I feel like an endless pit
Something someone would choke on
Poison to all that feel my presence.
Nothing to do but continue to die
Life without the sun isn't all that bad
I just don't have anywhere to hang my head
Feel endless in their warmth and hands
Losing strength losing myself on my path
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