Each day

Life is a bore...
Life is a chore...
I just cant take it, anymore.

My brain is dead...
Each day i dread...
I think that i iil, just stay in bed.

But if i stay in bed...
I il wither and die...
And no one here, will hear me sigh.

Ive a choice to make...
And you have too...
To wither and die, or believe in you.

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