''life' 'decisions' 'lost' 'me'
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As I sit here all alone in a cold dark room with tears streaming down my face I think to myself what will it take ?
What will it take for me to be happy ?
What will it take for me to look forward to the rest of my life?
When life gives me lemons,
I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry.
I do it fast because they die.
I have a bucket of decay, And I pretend it’s okay,
That lemons always die, And I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry
My shields broken
Someone protect me
Cause i feel like I'm targeted by the navy
For that I'm drowning from these chains of beliefs
That are heavy
Don't you get me
Don't you miss me
Writer's block is a painful endeavor.
So bad it makes me question my creativity and if a spark of it existed ever.
If only there was a magic pill or convenient mushroom
sitting around waiting to be consumed.
