Failure
More like a epitaph than a title
Deceived by the reality into a false sense of security
Everytime thing things are starting to get better
I am beaten down by the crueol hands of Fate
And I get up, EVERY TIME, just to get knocked down again
Further down the vicious spiral
Sometimes wishing I could run far away
Hoping to lay down alone and recover
All thats left in me is pride, and the will to go on'Evfen those things are batter and bruised
Slipping away day by day..
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