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as life plumets downward, i tublem down with it.
every rock and imperfection in my path overwelms me
every little hill feels like a dream that i never wan to forget
i want to escape i want to run away
i want to froget this life forever and move on
this place-it's not helping
a trap, thats what it is
a holding cell for those trying to break free
the very thought of it sickins me
the grasp it has, its firm, and all to constricting
This is surly hell- is it not
things can't get much worse than this can they
things to alter my thoughts- thats what i need
to get my mind striaght would be a mirical
to find out how that one person feels would feel wonderful
every rock and imperfection in my path overwelms me
every little hill feels like a dream that i never wan to forget
i want to escape i want to run away
i want to froget this life forever and move on
this place-it's not helping
a trap, thats what it is
a holding cell for those trying to break free
the very thought of it sickins me
the grasp it has, its firm, and all to constricting
This is surly hell- is it not
things can't get much worse than this can they
things to alter my thoughts- thats what i need
to get my mind striaght would be a mirical
to find out how that one person feels would feel wonderful