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Sick



I'm dying
Not dead but trying
Sick of lying
Buying others more time

Realize won't you?
Don't I look like a statue?
To forget and being a new..
You don't have a clue

Seeking joy
Feeling dreary, acting coy
Broken hearted child with lost toy
No joy...no joy

Empty and dark
Without a journey to embark
An insignificant fish to a world of shark
Life that's bleak and stark

Lonely, Lonely, Lonely
So tired of being phony
Congrats life, you've won your trophy
Only now ever more lonely

Too late for me
Empty shell, no glee
No more smiles
No more me

Too late too late
The guard has fled
He locked the gate
Broken heart, broken fate

Dead
Finally now, no more dread
Empty thoughts spur through my head
Never more a word to be said

Gone
But at least now you were wrong
As once was said in a song
Too late Too late, I'm gone

Written by madi_the_dreamer
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