All of your days get closed inside your head,
And your hours seem numbered
So you’re running around looking down old streets
Rehashing painful memories,
But you act so blind not realizing what is in front of you.
All the laughing and playing stopped when you learned how to cry,
And as soon as you began to walk you were running away.
You ran so far and so fast no one knew where you were going.
The pictures of your past over shadowed you,
Maybe you worry about how much time as passed.
You thought you could make up all the time lost.
But nothing seemed to turn out right,
Each night you cry yourself to sleep.
Nothing looks alright and you stopped eating,
You beat yourself up,
And all the pleasures just isn’t working,
This world is just hurting you,
So much for that good life.
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