Born without dying empty walk alone for a lifetime denied the spark of life forever missing a fear so vast it grows inside Soul bleeding never healing at the end of the day my spirit leaving Of all I own handful of a solid void whats left to give cant get rid of all this guilt blame myself for as long as I live Shadow of the former me reach for surface cant break free Blind, Cold, Bitter from dreamfield to death wasted life on living suicidals see no reason for another breath Still forsaken hope all taken keep on feeding the nightmares within I see it clear still so tragic against frustration no one wins Sinking deep into depression suffering the weight of confession Upon the loss of a better fate laid out before me all pure hate
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