beatin, battered, and bruise
hurt, sad, and confused
battle weary, stressed out
full of frustration, only one way out.
comfort gone, chaos abounds
can hardly wait til the truimph sounds.
doesn't seem fair, doesn't seem right
that death would be such a welcomed sight
death's sting is gone, no longer a bitter taste
O' why, O' why, do I long to leave this place.
beatin, battered, and bruise
hurt, sad, and confused
battle weary, stressed out
full of frustration, only one way out.
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