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Tough times

Sometimes,  life drums itself into a crescendo. The high notes bleed you and the low notes depresses you 

When you decide to change your skin
You realise that you got it all wrong!

You will hurt 
Your loved ones will hurt 
And you will see red, 
Everywhere. 

Who ever told you,  
That it will be easy
Lied to you. 

Whoever told you
That it will be tough
Lied to you too.

Nobody outside of you
Will ever have a clue. 

And if you pull through
Whatever you go on to become
May or may not be
What you ever wanted to be.

A puppet on strings invisible
As you dance to your present death
Everybody else out there
Is just watching you
And probably
Having fun. 

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