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by Phantom Lord May 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Comfort What is this hell? Why has it chosen me? What is this darkness? Will it set me free? It covers me like the night And makes me hurt inside With each passing moment I die a little more inside Like a tiger hunting its prey It seeks me out It sees all the pain And how I scream and shout It comforts me when I'm down It makes me feel so good But somehow I know I'm not living life like I should But I can't believe it's lies Or all the promises made I should feel good BUt I feel ashamed Ashamed of who I am And what I've become I need to end it all And fire this gun