everytime i climb
i slip twice the times
for every true movement
theres an hour of lying
no hope, and no company
for those who dont belong here **** jobs)
my life is not hard
but i just dont belong here (do not)
even the smoke and mirrors are no help anymore
because smoke and mirrors will not help me disappear
from myself.
the end.
is beginning
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
everytime i climb
i slip twice the times
for every true movement
theres an hour of lying
no hope, and no company
for those who dont belong here **** jobs)
my life is not hard
but i just dont belong here (do not)
even the smoke and mirrors are no help anymore
because smoke and mirrors will not help me disappear
from myself.
the end.
is beginning
