Through it all

by Become   Apr 13, 2008


I'm physically and mentally tired, my mind and soul are gone
The fights keep coming and I keep dying
Oh God, send some help, this is not how life should be
Chaos is my home, screaming sounds my music and betrayals my air
There's no light to light my road, no guidance through life
But I still keep breathing through it all...

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