I have thought about it many times
Don’t know why I can’t go through with it
Something holding me back...
I have nothing left in this world
Feeling I should stay around for a while
They call me a fool
Saying a walking zombie amongst the living!
Maybe right,
I am just wondering around in a maze
A repetition of the paths left behind
Can’t seem to find the way out
Just me by myself
No companion to confide in
The only sane and crazy mind
For whom I see no light
Sitting in a corner petrified of me
Waiting for the next verse yet to come...
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