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The wight if worlds pushing down on me

My heads 6 feet under the sea

Waiting for my life to be

Nothing but a hopeless plea...

Everyday I'll shed another tear

Wishing for someone to notice me here

Hiding behind my pain and fear

To walk down the street without a hurtful leer

Sometimes i yearn for you to stay

Wanting to find another way

Barely breathing, the hem of my heart will fray

Wishing i just didn't wake up today.

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