Walking this self-built road,
I've been here before but not with this hope,
Maybe I can make a new path, a new chapter,
My old path is ruined,
Hopefully I'll find my meaning of this,
Brick walls, closed curtains and melancholia buried in old walls,
Cold dark night, the air is too thick to breath,
It's making me suffocate, slowly fading away,
On my way to recreate my own mind,
For whatever it's worth
I can't keep my thoughts,
I see my old secrets of regrets in the cracks of my head,
I've never felt like this before,
Everyone just told me to move on,
But simple as that it'll never be,
Stop lying to me, I want to be free,
Losing hope is just a part of life,
Unfair and horrible, but still a part,
I trusted them when they told me I would be fine,
But months of grieving and diseases just comes to show,
That life will keep pushing me down into my selfish dark hole
I've been here for quite some time,
But I don't feel like it's any help,
My inner thoughts still scream to me,
"Everyone is to blame for your mistakes"
I don't want this anymore,
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