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A Way Out

I hate myself, I hate this life. I just want to punch my way Out of this reality. I’m so sick of living like this, Where I amount to nothing but laziness, Where my actions have no worth. If only I could find a way out, A way to find life again. If only I had done better, Then perhaps, perhaps I wouldn’t be in this mess. 

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Maybe Then

The thing is I really thought I was doing what is right. But right now, Right now I’m not so sure. I’ve been wondering around aimlessly; Without purpose, Without a need. Without a clue what I’m doing. Maybe I should have Chosen differently; Maybe then I wouldn’t feel So bloody worthless.

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Circling

As I sat so quietly, They emerged and surrounded me. I couldn’t bear to look up Pretending I just didn’t know. But they kept on coming, And my chest felt heavy - Tight with the burden Of what’s ahead. I tried to ignore it, The faces of so many; But they haunt me again and again Until I cannot bear it any longer.

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Where Do I Go From Here?

Well, I’ve come to a crossroad I cannot bear to decide; Where do I go from here When I don’t know what I want? I thought I knew, I thought I knew my path, But now I’ve stop dead In the middle of nowhere. So how I am I supposed to know Where it is I’m meant to go? With no idea of what’s ahead, I cannot bear what’s left behind.

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Push Through

Sitting here, all I can think about Is giving up, giving in. I have no desire to continue, To keep on going. My motivation’s dead, Perhaps it never was alive, And I can’t stand The thought of this future, Day-in, day-out, I can’t take it, It hurts my every bone. But what I am supposed to do, In too deep to back out, In too deep to see a way out. So reluctantly, I try, I try, Even when all I want to do is cry.

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This Feeling

Well, isn't it odd this feeling inside of me. I can feel it boiling in my veins And through the air that I breathe;  Like poison, like poison. And I cannot switch it off, These thoughts in my head.  They speak such truth Even when I know they are lies. If only I could close my eyes And see only darkness; If I could only shut it off And rest peacefully.

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Child, Don't

There was once a man that I met. His dog spotted in brown, his face spotted in sadness. And he asked me for my love, he asked for my freedom, he begged of me to show him the way. And I saw the promise in his eyes, I saw the curve of his lips as he held my hand. He told me: child, don't follow your heart, but I could see the lie in the twitch of his face, I could hear the words he feared to speak. And I held his hand as he warned me of the evil of the world, I held his eyes as he told the truth through his lies.

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Perhaps Then

There is so much yet to see But you've seen too much. Through these youthful eyes, You've watch sorrow personify itself. But I'll make you a promise, One that I'll keep forever: I will give you all of me And hope it is enough. Though you cannot unsee, We'll replace these memories; And perhaps then you'll see The hidden love.

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There Are Days

There are days where I do not understand, I do not know what it is I do. And I ask myself question To which I have no answers. Tell me, tell me, What am I doing with my life. Help me understand, please; Take me out of this misery.

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Enna Zour (There Are Days)

Enna zour ou mo pa konpran, Mo pa koné ki mo pé fèr. É mo démand mo em kesyon, Mo pa konn répons. Dire moi, dire moi, Ki mo pé fèr dan mo lavie Ède mwa konpran, si ou plé; Tir mwa dan sa mizèr la.

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Hold Up

My every day is spent staring at nothing, And I feel the migraines coming. Well, I wonder what good it ever does, How any of it ever helps. But you can't fix me, I can't fix it.

I cannot take it any longer, The weight buries me deep, leaving me broken. The words passing through my mind, The images that I see, I cannot stop any of it. Darling, there is nothing to be done, Nothing will ever change this.

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I Just...

I see it all unfold And it scares me. I think of the ways life works, And it terrifies me.

I look back and really, I've always been afraid. But now that I'm aware I cannot unsee it, unthink it.

The prejudice makes me feel so... And I don't want to live in this world. I don't want to see this, I don't want us to suffer. But we do. We do, and we fight!  But won't they ever listen? Won't they ever just stop And listen to our pain, To our cries, to our hopes?

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If Only I Could

I can feel the tight hold on my chest, I can feel every breath's struggle; the suffocation. And I try, I try. I take each breath hoping it will loosen its hold. But it only worsens, igniting my every bone, releasing every chilling sensation. Oh, how I wish I could just close my eyes and make it disappear, but that only brings to blinding light my every fear. How I wish I could sleep for eternity, to live in a fantasy world that I know will never exist.

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Au Début de la Fin.

And I feel so lost in the steps that I take, so misunderstood in the words I struggle to speak. There is no validation in my every flaw, no reasoning for my every doubt. So I'll spend every moment wishing I could leave, I will spend each breath pretending.

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Won't this ever end, won't the voices in my head cease? I wonder, I ask myself questions I cannot bear to answer. I talk myself into situations that make me so helpless, so hopeless. Oh how I hate this feeling; why am I not used to it? I cannot help but feel this worthlessness;  Well, how can I answer your calls when I cannot even save myself?

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Alternate

I often wonder, am I as happy as I could be? And I guess that is an answer in itself. But I cannot seem to make a change, Not when there is so much to go awry. What if this is the best happiness I could ever find, What if I let it all go and delve more into misery? I cannot take that risk, even when I dream of a place Where my doubts do not outweigh my joy.

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Beaten and Bruised

You said you had so many regrets, you say it keeps you up at night, the memories in your head. I wish I could say that I'd take your pain away; I wish I could be that one breath of relief. But I'm not; I'm not. Well, it's all so fucked up, isn't it? This world in which we reside has screwed us too many times, beaten and bruised.