i see the world through a blinder

afraid of what is there

my feelings go through a grinder

i wish healing was near

all that's left of me is a shell

i'm a miserable , tired man

for the sins i've commited i belong in hell

i'm quite sure god is not a fan

i'm drained, i'm tired

i'm ashamed of who i am

to pull myself up, my brain is not wired

to put the past behind me i don't think i can

half my life is gone

the future is so bleak

the path i've chosen is so wrong

leaving my spirit is shattered and weak

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