A re-run of yesterday is repeating itself again
A run in with karma and he calls himself a friend
I feel like I am doing time for crimes I have not committed
I stand on trial for your wrong-doings and I'll never be aquitted
Why do I walk hand in hand with denial as my guide?
Everything is horribly wrong, but I still tell myself I'm fine
I force myself to breathe, just so I can live another day
Because living feels like a chore and it just gets in the way
Of my eternal rest and my eternal sleep
My eternal happiness and my eternal peace
So why should I let a silly thing like life get in the way
Of an eternity of freedom that's only a few pills away















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