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my life
Contemplating and not hiding it well
How I tried my best
But I still fell. My body is tired
And my face is worn from
Fighting a battle that only scorns.

It treats you as if you've nothing left
Just the shell of a body thats cold and torn.
The drugs I'm put on are only a facade for
I'll never be able express true "awe".

So I'm left with feeling of someone
I'll never know
And my only consolation is that
I'll die with my soul.

Surf