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The ache is almost to my throat

another day of nagging pain

why do my feelings feel like a joke

 why do the days feel the same

the outside is cold and gray

kinda puts me in a melancholy mood

is it so wrong that i want it all to burn away

alas that may be a bit crude

I want to be good, i want to be clean

but the sickness is so black while it clings

I want to feel joy, i want to be well

But the sickness is so black transforming the cell

Maybe it's for the best

I really can't say

Maybe life is just one big test

well then, I'm ready to walk away