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Bluelighter
Can anyone tell me what i am fighting
I am almost about to give up
No clue or answer comes to me
Each morning wondering why do i wake up
or praying maybe i just don't.
it is not being afraid of my life
it is a matter of my life
I seem to fight each day
wearing me down alittle more each day
alone in the silent hell
don't bother to tell
some see, some worry
some have there little own opinions that make me laugh
some hurt
Still I can't fight what i can't see or know
it is hallowing out my soul
and emptying my spirit
slowly draining the inner most part of me
but,
what am i fighting?
what did they do to me?
when it comes to the tears they come alittle more often now
they weren't coming before i figured it was just a matter of time
now i am wondering, time? or is this it?
if it is , i dont' want it, i don't want to live with it anymore
Looking at faces and then looking at my own
I beginning to see it coming
sometimes hoping and praying
sometimes totally unemotional at all
already dead
dead inside
keep fighting or give up
I am almost about to give up
No clue or answer comes to me
Each morning wondering why do i wake up
or praying maybe i just don't.
it is not being afraid of my life
it is a matter of my life
I seem to fight each day
wearing me down alittle more each day
alone in the silent hell
don't bother to tell
some see, some worry
some have there little own opinions that make me laugh
some hurt
Still I can't fight what i can't see or know
it is hallowing out my soul
and emptying my spirit
slowly draining the inner most part of me
but,
what am i fighting?
what did they do to me?
when it comes to the tears they come alittle more often now
they weren't coming before i figured it was just a matter of time
now i am wondering, time? or is this it?
if it is , i dont' want it, i don't want to live with it anymore
Looking at faces and then looking at my own
I beginning to see it coming
sometimes hoping and praying
sometimes totally unemotional at all
already dead
dead inside
keep fighting or give up
