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Weary & Falling Apart
For such weak shoulders,
The world is riding on me
When will the burden lift?
When will I be free?
For such fragile arms,
They carry my heavy , dead heart.
Aching and stinging with pain
Lined with deep red cuts and scars
For feet that are tired and sore,
They still carry me forward
Until I crumple up and fall
Hit the ground defeated hard
For helpless, trembling hands
They reach out to hold and comfort
More often failing my loved ones
So I fumble at the knob of deaths door
For eyes being dazed and unseeing
They search for a light in darkness
Weary of faulty judgment
Tired of being mistaken and reckless
For a mind that was once bright and promising
It's now worthless dark and demented
Thoughts and worries running wild
Thread of sanity weak and tormented
The world is riding on me
When will the burden lift?
When will I be free?
For such fragile arms,
They carry my heavy , dead heart.
Aching and stinging with pain
Lined with deep red cuts and scars
For feet that are tired and sore,
They still carry me forward
Until I crumple up and fall
Hit the ground defeated hard
For helpless, trembling hands
They reach out to hold and comfort
More often failing my loved ones
So I fumble at the knob of deaths door
For eyes being dazed and unseeing
They search for a light in darkness
Weary of faulty judgment
Tired of being mistaken and reckless
For a mind that was once bright and promising
It's now worthless dark and demented
Thoughts and worries running wild
Thread of sanity weak and tormented
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