Life is cruel, death is kind, all the drugs did was take me out of my mind
Control is a curse I'll never know, depression is my oldest truest dear friend
Life is a curse I seem to be stuck by, death is a desire I can not quite grasp
I go around in circles and try to stay alive
but I'm cold and I'm tired and no one will listen or help the voices screaming in my bind
If I go before I wake, at least I did it all in my life before death came and gave me a break
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-03 02:17:08
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