Feeling lost and feeling low,
I need someplace else to go.
In the crowd, standing lone with fright,
Looking around, but no one in sight.
Want to shout, need to speak,
Something holds back, makes me weak.
Don't know why, I don't know how,
All I know is I need to break out.
Out of this quicksand, pulling me down,
Before life escapes me, before I drown...
2 comments:
Deep... :|
Deep? i think i write like a nursery kid =P... trying to make it rhyme in duplex and all...
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