No one cares,
They really don’t,
I’m not embellishing the truth,
Nor am I just some naive youth.
I’ve seen the light,
And it is black,
And full of spite,
So rip out my goals,
And label them dreams,
Nothing more,
Then immature things.
And all the tears,
That I have cried,
Make me want,
To end this fucked up life.
So starring into the abyss,
My mind becomes one great mist,
Nothing is clear, only opaque,
And all I want to do is break,
Out of this shallow,
Withered shell,
Before I end up in hell.
But am I already in it?
Or can it get worse?
But it can always get worse,
As I say in this final verse.
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