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A weary world lies in my heart,
The tired pains of life have weighed life down,
Each moment stabs and each second pierces the soul,
Coldness flows from head to toe,
Life's little problems drown the happiness,
Pain is comforting because it is real in the life of the surreal,
Darkness washes the mind of all that is good,
The soul is blackened by all that is wrong,
Fingers slip from the high wire of life,
Tumbling down the stairs of good times,
Dreams are clouded by the minds demons,
The heart is hardened by the worlds blind eye.
The tired pains of life have weighed life down,
Each moment stabs and each second pierces the soul,
Coldness flows from head to toe,
Life's little problems drown the happiness,
Pain is comforting because it is real in the life of the surreal,
Darkness washes the mind of all that is good,
The soul is blackened by all that is wrong,
Fingers slip from the high wire of life,
Tumbling down the stairs of good times,
Dreams are clouded by the minds demons,
The heart is hardened by the worlds blind eye.