You take, you take everything
All I can do is try to scream
This song of agony's in my head
I want to let it out though that's yet to be said
An overachiever left in the dark
Another knife, another mark
A, A, B, B, C, D
The letters still haunting me
1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 0
Get that zero, lose my only hero
Narrowly miss failure
Success is my only savior
Do the only thing that calms me
Let the song bird roam free
Cry for every lie I've heard
Hold on to the very simplest word
Let the fear just surround my very being
Advert my eyes disagreeing with what I'm seeing
I refuse to get on my knees and pray
Wouldn't want to offend someone who's existence no one can say
Guess I'm sorry can't call myself a believer
Death is a better fate than an overachiever
A/N: If this did offend you it was not meant to and I'm sorry. I have a knack for offending people but this is just me and I wrote this years ago during a very difficult time
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The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
