The lows are getting lower
And the highs nowhere to be seen.
Guilt-tripping on my non-accomplishments,
Rejections piling up,
Disappointment rearing its ugly head ever so often.
Lost in the crowd
And drowning in hopelessness,
I sit here and wait
For the final moment of destruction.
And the highs nowhere to be seen.
Guilt-tripping on my non-accomplishments,
Rejections piling up,
Disappointment rearing its ugly head ever so often.
Lost in the crowd
And drowning in hopelessness,
I sit here and wait
For the final moment of destruction.
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