We all pray the pain will go away
We hope one day the feelings disperse
Before they become worse
Some days we want to drink the feelings away
Some days we get high
So we believe we are high up in the clouds
Having fun not caring if we are loud
When we are depress
We sleep it off
Some have sex
To release the stress
With music being an escape
It’s a form of therapy
It helps us realize we must accept
Who we are suppose to be
When we sit by the lake and look at the sky
We imagine the beauty
And we began to wonder if that is where we belong
Life has become stressful and to long
Some are ready to end up gone
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