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| 26 4/13/01 Crying Out Barely awake as it is, Sitting on a bus with hours two pass, Only running on three hours of sleep, Slowly dozing off with music in my head Thinking back on the last few days, It�s pretty sad it�s the most fun I had in years Trying to head-bang to stay awake, It seems to be working but why stay up? Met so many new people, Made some new friends, But why do I feel so depressed at the end? Laving all this behind I now look ahead, And see my boring life with nothing ahead No one knows about this side of me I never show it so it should be On this Friday the thirteenth, I shudder to think it might be my last, The things I write I can�t explain, When I look back I see mostly rage, This seems like it is one big joke, Maybe it is, but what if it�s not? Either way why would you care? But the chance of my life ending, Is just the same as yours� The bus could crash on the plus side, Ending my life by my own hand, Is slim to none, Which I can�t explain why It�s just not rite to end my life, But it kind of makes you think, Why I write about it� I guess my life has some good points, Don�t ask me to list them, Cause I can�t I, Can�t, Go, On, Li, Ving, This, Way� Great line by Papa Roach, This explains everything Need to make changes in my life, I try but can�t, I try and Fail, This cycle goes on and on, This is my cry out, Maybe it will bring me some help� |