In your arms. Trying to stay strong.
But so distant and far gone.
In a world full of wrong.
The melodies of a sad song.
Playing all day long.
Rethinking every move and action.
Wondering where's the satisfaction?
Blending in, trying to belong.
Everyday keeping to myself.
The last person you ask for help.
The last card in the deck dealt.
But the last candle to melt.
The unnecessary drama.
Stirring up, in line behind karma.
Straying away, always wearing a mask.
In a world you're not meant to last.
Being that one outcast.
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Hmm sounds like somebody I know... Oh! Its me! And it can be you too! We can be best buddy outcasts! Good write, my darling.
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