THE CHILD OF BURNOUTS
Locked up like a child of turmoil and burnouts
Hoping one day this would end Or my world would bend to melt the ices of this very cold life
But I know I was a child, kept up in the cages of juvenile.
All I wished for was gentle dreams and lonely peace
but all I got was the fighting rage of my inner child
My grief numbs the feeling of these desperate times
These are the days when I should be underground
But I still stand tall on the grounds to be ever found,
I feel like burning myself In the ashes of my desires
As I believe this is the very last time or this is the end of my ongoing bloodline.
but all I got was the fighting rage of my inner child
My grief numbs the feeling of these desperate times
These are the days when I should be underground
But I still stand tall on the grounds to be ever found,
I feel like burning myself In the ashes of my desires
As I believe this is the very last time or this is the end of my ongoing bloodline.
LEEZA
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