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Oh Well
Searching for an opportunity to not be alone,
I found myself pondering for far too long.
What is there left in this world to see,
That could possibly mean anything to me?
I ponder and I ponder, but I never figure out why,
Why I continue breathing this air I am not worthy of breathing.
Heaving I choke, surely there's a reason, surely it's a lie.
I'm becoming the entertainment of every passerby,
Familiar faces among those I don't recognise,
Each similarity is just a disguise.
I look to the sky, I fall to the ground.
I clench my fists, but I will not cry.
My vision was blurry, my days were numbered,
Let it end, let it end, this had to be the end surely?
I reach out, I strengthen my grasp,
Losing my power I fatefully gasp,
Please don't leave me, don't let me go
You know I can't do this on my own.
The shadows on the walls, the whispers in my head,
The memories left just beside my bed.
I cradle myself, I shake.
Surely this life has more to make.
Strong people seldom make history,
And that I hold between my teeth,
Waiting for someone to look for me.
I found myself pondering for far too long.
What is there left in this world to see,
That could possibly mean anything to me?
I ponder and I ponder, but I never figure out why,
Why I continue breathing this air I am not worthy of breathing.
Heaving I choke, surely there's a reason, surely it's a lie.
I'm becoming the entertainment of every passerby,
Familiar faces among those I don't recognise,
Each similarity is just a disguise.
I look to the sky, I fall to the ground.
I clench my fists, but I will not cry.
My vision was blurry, my days were numbered,
Let it end, let it end, this had to be the end surely?
I reach out, I strengthen my grasp,
Losing my power I fatefully gasp,
Please don't leave me, don't let me go
You know I can't do this on my own.
The shadows on the walls, the whispers in my head,
The memories left just beside my bed.
I cradle myself, I shake.
Surely this life has more to make.
Strong people seldom make history,
And that I hold between my teeth,
Waiting for someone to look for me.
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