Will it ever be enough
The love, the life, money, my dreams come true
Or will I still be sad, I often wonder too…
What it would be like to have a mind that isn’t so dark and for no reason at all
Would I want to die? Would I hold Gods hand and beg to fly?
Would I finally be free Of the hate strangling me?
No matter the pills, no matter the patches or injections
Why can’t for one day
The thought slip my mind
Where’s the exception?
I’m too weak to let go, so not to worry
I’ll be around a bit longer, I need to be stronger
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Hold my hand and walk me to my grave
Put me to rest, close my eyes and no longer put on this front to be brave
Under the ground and I finally get some good sleep... how peaceful it is not to struggle to breathe
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