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Not Enough
Walking through the streets, music in hand
Hearing of pain only he can truly understand
Wishing he can help when he feels her screams
Hoping that he won't have to go to this extreme
With his mind shrouded in darkness, blind
He himself with dancing with fate, entwined
Out of the night screams a piercing light
It stops short; to his dismay he is alright
Thinking back, the events earlier that day
Pulling his life closer, then pushing them away
A question is asked, one full of deep sorrow
"Why must you always sentence me to see tomorrow?"
Yet thinking more deeply, it suddenly occurs
Is his life meant to be his, or is it really hers?
Or is he to help them all when things get tough?
No matter how much he does, he can read their bluff
Falling to his knees, he yells, "It's not enough"
