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What is Wrong With Me?
As I stand on a bridge
Wondering what is wrong with me,
I tie an anvil to my feet
Ready to jump into the sea;
It has been a long time
Since I saw myself content.
Now I look at the old mirror
To see the broken me.
Do you remember the days
When you were young?
The carefree memories
Of basking in the sun?
Do you remember the kid
Who grew up to be you?
How the kid loved the days bright,
Despair never in sight?
Now think of a child
The age of that kid,
A child who longs for
The luxury you lived,
As you watch a stranger
Tie an anvil to his feet,
Know that he was that child.
Let him jump into the sea.
