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Off The Shelf
I often want to run away but there's nowhere to run
In my darkest of hours, I considered the gun
I just want for the Sun to shine its light on me
More cloudy days than not is what life seems to be
Is it me, my destiny or am I just acting weak?
I'm striving on a daily to reach my mountain's peak
As I peek over the horizon, I can barely see the light
I'm tired of all the turmoil but yet I stay in this fight
Is my sight distorted? Am I just being pessimistic?
I'm looking for the answers but they're all cryptic
Mystic; Or did I miss it being revealed to me?
Writings on walls appear hieroglyphic as I see
I'm not seeking sympathy; just clearing my mind
Scribing in a rhyme what I'm feeling inside
In due time, I'll bounce back to my normal self
In the meantime, depression's off its shelf
In my darkest of hours, I considered the gun
I just want for the Sun to shine its light on me
More cloudy days than not is what life seems to be
Is it me, my destiny or am I just acting weak?
I'm striving on a daily to reach my mountain's peak
As I peek over the horizon, I can barely see the light
I'm tired of all the turmoil but yet I stay in this fight
Is my sight distorted? Am I just being pessimistic?
I'm looking for the answers but they're all cryptic
Mystic; Or did I miss it being revealed to me?
Writings on walls appear hieroglyphic as I see
I'm not seeking sympathy; just clearing my mind
Scribing in a rhyme what I'm feeling inside
In due time, I'll bounce back to my normal self
In the meantime, depression's off its shelf
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