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
Moving On • Opuss № I