Picture the contents of your swollen skullSplattered across your front door, I know lifeOnly demeans, only degrades youFalling asleep only delays it for so longThen, there you areBack on shit streetWith a bag on your headAnd a gun in your handSuffering in silenceMy burdenIs I have failed to keep you downLook at you trying so hard to feel aliveOne door closesGiven the fact you're still here drawing breathGiven the fact that each year gets harder you'reHoping for truth, hoping for relevanceYellow and blue, the last time you fell you realized you're homeBathed in neonBehind the eight ball againNo one cares nowI have failed to keep you downLook at you trying so hard to feel aliveOne more rejectionAnd one by one your virtues slip awayYou feel cold and dejected butNothing hurts you nowNothing makes you ashamed now
One door opens
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