I'm tired of being tired. I work so hard and nobody can see that I'm trying, nobody can see what I have to offer. It's been too long since I've been happy, or loved. It's a struggle every day...
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Together, We Are Alone
A boy, worked till his fingers bleed, his eyelids heavy
standing at the crossroads, at the edge of time and innocence
Arms heavy, knees weak, he throws his hands up to the sky
A choice must be made here, but the choice cannot be undone
A Romantic, standing at the fork weeps for the lost
the hurt and the broken, wishing he was whole again
Running as fast as he can, pain to distract himself
Its a straight road of se