Cory Calder

Life is short, life is sour,

Slowly marching by the hour.
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I walk through life,
Day-by-day.
Full of never-ending strife,
Void of my say.
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As I lie here dying,
I feel like a dope.
I can feel my heart crying.
I’ve lost all hope,
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My soul is rain, my heart is sad,

I need the love I’ve never had.
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I hate my face,

I break the mirror.
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They look through me,

As if I’m air.
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Show me love,

Don’t give me hate.
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Rain is pouring down,

On this cold day.
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An empty feeling,
Of being forsaken.
I’m not appealing,
My heart seems taken.
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I can’t stand to see my face in the mirror,

Nothing holds appeal to me anymore.
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She runs through the rain,
Into the cold, dark night.
My heart is in pain,
As she fades from sight.
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Up we’re raised,

When we’re down.
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A lady sweet and old,

Bakes cookies and cakes.
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So many things,

Make the question rise.
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I’m just so sick,

Of all the nagging.
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The never ending dark,

An undying abyss.
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I can’t find what I seek,

My heart grows weary.
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I sit in my room,

Alone, day and night.
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Day in, day out,

These annoying sounds.
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Mornings I hate,

Especially when I first awaken.
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