Sometimes
I want to cry
Sometimes
I want to scream
Life's rolling
Rolling
On and down
What good is it now for me?
I could have been a real person
But all that is
Is the crust of me
Falling down
Empty
A curse on me
Take my hand
Don't leave me
I have fallen
Deep
I could be dead
But I can move my head
And walk on empty
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