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Stay strong my friend it'll all be okay,
one day you'll be gifted a way,
that some say keep demons at bay,
take all your shit and just makes it okay,

how come instead you simply feel dead,
at night in your bed confined in your head,
taking med-icine to fight the amount your fed
up with your life and how it makes you live dead,

every lesson so far has made a new scar,
even your brother soon losing his car,
even if it's falling you know that a star,
never falls for a woman, or memories at a bar,

nobody has come to save you now,
just take your leave and send your bow,
not sure but it'll get better somehow,
it could be worse, somehow.