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So what am I to believe

when my own life is killing me?

Sometimes I like to sit and cry

Look to the sky and ask “Why oh why?”

Everyone else that I once knew

has moved on and I should too.

If I never start to excel

What’s the point, when I will always fail

Ther was never a point in time

Where my own mind would act just fine.

I think it’s time to leave this place

No return to from this spectral space