My hopes were ten miles high,
With each day's passing it slowly descends,
As the world passes by,
Does everyone I see feel like me,
Do they even exist?
I swear if I have that thought one more time,
I'll put a hole in that wall with my fist,
That will show the world who's there and who's not,
Then again, what's it prove?
The pain I feel'll be felt by me alone,
With no one there to soothe.
Another sleep,
See what tomorrow brings,
If I'm still here come friday afteroon,
I'm sure come Monday I'll be re-hoping.
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