Lack of motivation,
It is not always about temptation,
Within dreams,
Of our memories,
Or nightmares,
That may give us a good scare,
Of the sanity and insanity of reality,
For the company of others tends to bother us,
The joy and tears of our loved ones,
The dividing roads of whatever path we take,
Family and friends and pets they come and go,
For I don't care about this world,
Some of us tried attempting suicide,
I remember it all I can't forget,
I don't know what to do with my life,
It is too much of a blur to me,
Like a twisting tornado,
Within the lightning storms,
And the clashing sounds of thunder,
Almost like a great wonder of storms,
The clashing waves,
Pressing up against a crumbing cliff,
Within a hurricane,
I don't want to go back on crack-cocaine,
Trying to keep myself afloat,
On this boat I take,
Riding through this storm,
We call life which we prefer,
Otherwise death tends to call my name,
Within the rain,
Of all our pain.
How shall it end,
Or how shall it begin.
It is not always about temptation,
Within dreams,
Of our memories,
Or nightmares,
That may give us a good scare,
Of the sanity and insanity of reality,
For the company of others tends to bother us,
The joy and tears of our loved ones,
The dividing roads of whatever path we take,
Family and friends and pets they come and go,
For I don't care about this world,
Some of us tried attempting suicide,
I remember it all I can't forget,
I don't know what to do with my life,
It is too much of a blur to me,
Like a twisting tornado,
Within the lightning storms,
And the clashing sounds of thunder,
Almost like a great wonder of storms,
The clashing waves,
Pressing up against a crumbing cliff,
Within a hurricane,
I don't want to go back on crack-cocaine,
Trying to keep myself afloat,
On this boat I take,
Riding through this storm,
We call life which we prefer,
Otherwise death tends to call my name,
Within the rain,
Of all our pain.
How shall it end,
Or how shall it begin.
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