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why does the sunshine never reach through
  buried under the rubble, trynna find a way true
but every piece feels like a broken record
   telling me it's not too late to give in so soon

then there's another voice creeping in
    casually mentioning that all the torrent monsoons
 craving my imminent fall
       reaching for the bottle to give me another it's forgotten call

almost giving in, but pushing for the sake of you
  perhaps reading the verse or lost it too
gotta keep on writing
     breathing Life to these dead bones
fighting off any destructive clones

so as the cigarette wraps up
 crushed beneath another sad tune

-passing by this sad fool