The day as sank to night,
The world has no more light.
When the days of play and fun,
Have turned to ways to run.
Ways to run from the heartache,
That comes with making a mistake.
The words I say are never enough,
I scream and yell cause I'm not that tough.
Water spewing from my eyes,
While screaming at the unprotected skies.
I want to be there when you cry,
Even when it makes me die.
The coffin has its final nail,
Every single time I fail.
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