I walk this city with downcast eyes,
Burdened with the pain of illusory lies.
I see the world and its vivid scars -
I can no longer gaze up at the stars.
I'm great, and I'm perfect, or so I am told -
Yet why then do I feel weak, unloved, unwhole?
My heart lays unseen, guarded and cemented -
My mind is lost and crazed, blind and demented.
My world is spinning out of control -
For what price was my sanity sold?
These roads I walk I don't know anymore -
What am I even living for?
I don't know.
I don't know what I'm trying to find,
But it has cost me my heart and my mind -
And I keep walking onward evermore -
Is this life even worth living anymore?
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