I don’t like my life
I don’t like the thoughts I get at night
Looking within me
Trying to track my way back
To the positive me.
Where is she?
The closer I think I get
The further I fall into the reflection of myself.
I barely recognise her.
Let’s go back to the days
When I would get high
On the sight of a sunrise.
Let me go back to the days
I feel energised.
These days are grey and gloomy.
Running low on the pretence.
I’ve ran low on cash
I don’t have any more of my stash.
How can I escape?
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