I wake, every morn'
but I've never opened my eyes
Yet another hellful day,
with everything at stake.
And my youth; filled with lies
May God have mercy on me
This is what I pray
A warning, every morn'
anxiously sounding in my head
As I begin to float over all this high water I tred
I mask my face with a smile,
I open the door to this everyday trial
I reak of fear
Though I know no blood will be shed here,
I walk every morn'
Through these halls filled with sadists
And the day just drifts
9:46 p.m. - 2005-04-16
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