Have you made it yet?
Never breathe deep without you,
Escape yourself, find nothing.
Debt no wealth.
Is it the fear because your still near,
Tearing at this ratty soul.
Struggling daily , to avoid this broken heart,
Using the strongest glue.
My bleeding flesh, a day passes by.
You can shoot at the sky.
Mother Nature might shed a tear.
Your drought has already broken,
With waterfalls of tears.
Who do you want to be now?
Not even knowing where to start.
You, yourself tearing the world apart.
A disgrace always off ones face.
Escape it feels like a better place.
Like the high of live, slowly things change,
As you start it come down.
Is it really worth it. Anyway?
Starting all over with humble pie,
Losing the love who was once was your life.
Don't look at the stars and cry.
Pick those feet up.
Next time I see you you won't know why,
I turned the other way it will be for humble pie.
I can't live with lies.
"SORRY IS A FIGURE OF SOMEONES IMAGINATION, THAT SORRY IS A WORD THAT MAKES EVERYTHING ALRIGHT"
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