Live Like Theres Plusure To Be Found
The sun dies and the moon comes to life,....
I lay awake dreaming, what life could be like,....
If I could turn back the hands of time,....
And live life from the beginning with Rhyme....
As tears lay dormant and my cries remain silent,....
My past attacks me with a depression so violent,....
I try and count the stars, but I get lost in my confusion,....
I try to recall good times and end up with an illusion,....
I can’t see what is real and I can’t feel what fake,....
So how do I live when life is too easy to break?....
I laugh, I cry, I stand, I sit, I live, I laugh, I try to forget,....
All the pain but my memories, always insist,....
Push and shove until I give in,....
This demon is to evil, how I can win,....
I lost my heart; I found a block of ice,....
I replaced it so now I shall remain cold for life,....
I try and change but this pain keeps reminding me,....
That no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be free,....
From my past. From this unyielding pain,....
And that I will always live within a storm of constant rain,....
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So as the sun dies and the night sky comes to life....
I try and count the stars, with hope that everything will be alright....
I pray that my pain will cease and that my mind will slow down,....
So until it does, I shall live like there is still pleasure to be found....
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