:(end):

Walking with my head down
I don’t want to look up, don’t want to stare the sun
following my regrets to find my home
a trail of hurt leading the way
warning me about what is coming
sad words about my personal hell
only shades of grey
no roses on my grave
but who I want to betray?
with a rope around my neck
why I will need a grave, we already know
nobody care about me 
leave me here to rotten
with my silly dreams about a happy ending
but here is the irony
ending with this pain, isn’t a better end?

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