A Fatal High
As each day drags on,
I feel I am just a pawn,
In this worlds twisted game;
I pray no one else ever has to feel the same;
I'm to scared to even run,
I couldn't bare to lose my son,
But that is exactly what I have done;
Have I really sold my soul,
I have truly lost all control;
This deadly high never ends,
These wounds will never mend.
I feel I am just a pawn,
In this worlds twisted game;
I pray no one else ever has to feel the same;
I'm to scared to even run,
I couldn't bare to lose my son,
But that is exactly what I have done;
Have I really sold my soul,
I have truly lost all control;
This deadly high never ends,
These wounds will never mend.
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