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- 4:04 a.m. - desperate hours (the darkness) the darkness and dying flowers despair, confess deeper depression buried in doubt fear it is hopeless and no way out tell me I did not leave all the passion behind show me that my fantasy is not all in my mind help me see that I have not forgotten how to feel move with me until my memory becomes real I have not had a stroke and this is no joke I am not that old yet so cold so cold I have not gone insane and this isn't a game I have been defiled just a child oh child what happened to the nights we ran free and wild so wild letting go of the fear that they piled on top of the places you hid all your dreams was that just a dream as it somehow seems crossing over out of the womb out of the childhood out of the tomb no longer a teen not quite on my own but I should have known better the garden has grown so why am I so tired all the time and where has the play gone from my rhyme and what happened to the feeling of being alive has it all just become one long struggle to survive I try to laugh it off the emptiness inside the unforgotten pain the unforgiven pride I give it all away do no one gets too close for no one wants to see the heart of a ghost I feel swallowed I feel hollow I feel jived all my life I have waited for this moment independence has come so when do I arrive? � � |
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