I'm completely burnt out from this
I'm sick of helping people who don't appreciate it
Aren't we all
And those of us who need it are sick of not getting it from the people we
need it from most

These days are dead
Blackened and shot in my head
Walk through life in a daze
This is the price I pay for that love craze

Every waking second
Every decision like a knife cutting me
Any one I make is wrong
Don't even have the stamina to finish the poem

The price we're all paying
For a life that goes witohut saying
Leaving us all on our forsaken knees praying
This is the price I pay for our love
Our love dead like all the rest

 
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