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I'm drowning, in deep water.
The longer i cry, the deeper my sorrow.
All the feelings I've kept hidden, have finally let loose.

Its a shame that i can't find the right words to tell you,
although they seem to play back and forth in my head.
When speaking seems to be the answer, I've turned mute.

why do things seem to click seconds too late?
and how come i never have the answers to my problems,
but always have answers to everyone else's?

it's a damn shame, the fact that i can't help myself,
the fact that the reasoning it takes to analyze my own problems,
i don't have. As hard as it is to express my self,
i wouldn't be surprised if you didn't understand.

If i were to write a book about my life, it would have about 12 chapters,
and no title, its unknown and untold.
Welcome to the life of the real bad ass.