Dead Inside


I can’t tell if I’m just unlucky or cursed
Everything was unfortunate at first but it’s gettin’ worse
I don’t know how much more I can take
I don’t know how many more conversations I can fake
Calling for help in the form of written words
But nowadays it’s like all my rhymes are for the birds
No love, no happiness, and no peace
Maybe I should just get some rest in peace


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