newhope
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I do the same thing every morning.
Wake up, get ready, leave, arrive with a slump.
I see kids, and hear ‘em speak of this place a drag.
It’s known as a place for kids to be “forming”.
I feel torment on it’s rise
Right before it locks it’s gazelle in a cage
I hear it next to my ear telling me lies
It confronts me putting me up in a rage
Telling me I’m not worth the tears coming from their eyes
Ears red, heart black, life blue
It's like I see myself different, because it's my view
Sadness carries you through the skies
I can't find my door out it's like I have these unwanted ties
Some say that pain is something that feels forever
but is only there well never
and depression
we decide we will make our obsession
My heart beats to my own drum, or so I thought I remember being scarred and molded into thinking things were okay My body’s weak and I’m disgusted with the slightest blot It’s more than just a scrap of dirt to scrape off My mind bleeds at night wi
