An average day in the life of me
Wake up in the morning, no hope of being free
Being free of depression, disgust and guilt
And the life of which i have built
No job to go to, no life to lead
Just an empty road, of which i lead
Ive got the grades to do something well
But theres no motivation, here in hell
Whats the point when you want to die
Or when your only freedom is when you cry
Or the fact that your a failure and have no place
No place in this family, your just a disgrace
I go to sleep with hopes and dreams
Wake in the night, with a cold sweat it seems
But as they say, it will always gets better
I hope its true, and not just a cover letter
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