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by Laura Oct 13, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
At the end of the day Exhaustion makes me feel burnt out Only wanting to shy away To sulk by myself and pout Knowing the next day will be the same Always hoping that things will change Hardly hear anyone speak my name When I do it always sounds strange With my life I wanted to be somebody But many responsibilities tie me down So I ended up being nobody Instead stuck in this small town