Endless

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That clock is my enemy, I swear it's true, 

It's the one thing that separates me from you.

These days are all nightmares, leaving me numb

Searching for meaning, hoping for some.

My dreams, they are cruel, leaving me shattered,

They remind me of things that have always mattered.

Things that I miss, things for which I long,

Things I can't have because that would be wrong.

These people are strange, they drown in their lies,

They deny what is right and they kill with their eyes.

This world is so empty without you, my dear,

And I'm tired of living this "life" in fear.

This path that I walk, it is long and steep,

And I've lost each thing that I've promised to keep.

Each day is a challenge I stuggle to beat,

Each moment a rival that I must defeat.

This ladder is endless and I struggle to stay,

Alive so that I can be happy one day.

But it may not be worth it, maybe I'll stop,

Because nothing is waiting for me at the top.

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