Distorted Prayer

Hello again, it’s me
things have been getting harder
It’s painful to see
when I am the outsider
I want to confess
I’ve been struck with envy
of those who can smile
who ain’t their worst enemy
I find them so vile

I don’t want to love
but your wisdom suffocates
Were you sent from above?
A Hell no one anticipates
Yeah, the future ain’t bright
‘specially when I am so blue
No you ain’t right
I’m not worth starting anew

No one will miss me and I am fine with that
because I won’t miss them... much
It feels like a thousand knives pressing against me
It feels like your last kiss

The End

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