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I guess I am feeling miserable, and suffering bound..
I am standing here, but no, no I won't break down..
It's so pathetic, my life is stained in muddy brown..
It feels so quiet in here, ain't no voices no sound..
I will try looking for joy, in the lost and found..
Perhaps, it ain't no use when pain is all around..
Or maybe, I don't deserve love, cause I'm a freak..
Ain't no use in praying, if tomorrow will be bleak..
I am fine, I am sure of that cause I am not sick..
I have no choices, anyway, I have to take a pick..
My heart's wounded, incurable, its deeply pricked..
My mind's demented, like a brainless horror flick..
I guess I'll try, perhaps I can find a true friend..
I guess I refuse to think, life is eternally damned..
Or maybe I can't face the fact I'm a broken man..
Or maybe my luck slip away like a castle of sand..
Perhaps this is it; I am done for and totally bent..
Perhaps this is it; I am done for, this is the end..
I guess I have to admit, no happiness is around..
I guess I can stop looking in the lost and found..
I guess its only silence; ain't no voices nor sound..
I guess it is for sure, my life's as shitty as brown..
I guess I am sorry, I am definitely breaking down;
I am suffering in my misery, and I'm suicide bound..
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