I try, yes I've tried.
I try to see the good in everything.
I've tried to see the good in everyone.
I've tried, yes I try...
to care but none seems to care.
to be there but none is really there.
Often I'm left alone
To fight my misery on my own
I try, Yes I've tried...
To be insensitive, heartless and inconsiderate.
To be cold as this world is,
So cold making anguish freeze.
So cold like the Indian ocean's breeze.
My heart is a prison with frozen rotten carcasses.
A mortuary where the dead have none to claim their forgotten corpses
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
I try, yes I've tried.
I try to see the good in everything.
I've tried to see the good in everyone.
I've tried, yes I try...
to care but none seems to care.
to be there but none is really there.
Often I'm left alone
To fight my misery on my own
I try, Yes I've tried...
To be insensitive, heartless and inconsiderate.
To be cold as this world is,
So cold making anguish freeze.
So cold like the Indian ocean's breeze.
My heart is a prison with frozen rotten carcasses.
A mortuary where the dead have none to claim their forgotten corpses
I wrote this two years ago
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