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Marcus Brown My life isn't the way it use to be...
nothing seems to make sense to me.
Once again, as usual.. I've thrown it away.
My dreams, and all I've tried to say.
The words I've tried to speak,
have never mattered to anyone but me.
My heart has left out the window..
and my body is soon follow.
Life shouldn't be so complicated..
my heart shouldn't cry to be sedated.
It shouldn't break in half,
through each day that comes to pass.
The irony is that I'm starting to live,
when my dying breath is all I can give..
and the sink is filled with red,
spilling out all the lies I've been fed.
Yet I wonder when my life goes forward..
how eloquently I can write these words.
Maybe there is a way to paint my pain,
to contain me from going insane.
