It's times like this I need some help, I thought you all had me figured me out.
Because when I cry for help I don't scream and shout, I keep it to myself and no one else. I'm losing the battle with time itself, I let my youth slip from my hands. A slave to the check of someone else but I cant bite the feeding hand. So much time goes by that I don't feel alive, a cycle I wish I could escape. And when I cry from the pain inside I can only hope for better days. It's kept me lethargic it's broken my will, all the days are the same how else should I feel? And the longer goes the harder it gets and I don't have the courage to break free from it. Is it too late for things to change?
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