2 September 2012

With each sunrise

I feel things become more bleak

The "life" in which I'm living

Is nothing more then a routine

A rut

Each day fills my heart with sorrow

At the thought of your tips regime

Killing everyones passion

Not letting anyone be free

And for so long I've been snowed under

Unable to find a way out

But know I've reached breaking point

And the end is near no doubt

For I cannot go on

Living this way

I need to find my purpose

A place in which I can stay

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