Why do I feel so guilty when I'm near that stop?
Like an eternal pain that just won't drop.
Even thinking about past moments almosts makes me shed some tears
But that's all in the past and I've tried so hard, so now I'm changing gears.
Looking ahead and wondering where I'd be
Making a name for myself hoping I'll get free
From this acursed place I'm forced to call a home
More like a prison cell shaped dome
I've done so many things that should never be said
I won't ever speak of them I'd rather be dead
I write this so I can be heard and seen
Knowing that I want to be redeemed
For all the acts that I've done in the past
Knowing nothing in my life will ever last.
Thinking about irrelavent moments during my lifetime
But knowing moments are spent away like a nickel or dime.

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