People tend to look at me
And darkness is all they see
But maybe that's how it was meant to be
They say a lot of bad things
But the truth is they don't know what clings
Or what flings
But does it matter?
If my life is going to shatter
My existence is only a crack of light
Existing between two eternities of darkness
No one wants me anymore
All they do is ignore
But sometime for sure
I am going to score
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
People tend to look at me
And darkness is all they see
But maybe that's how it was meant to be
They say a lot of bad things
But the truth is they don't know what clings
Or what flings
But does it matter?
If my life is going to shatter
My existence is only a crack of light
Existing between two eternities of darkness
No one wants me anymore
All they do is ignore
But sometime for sure
I am going to score
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