Crybaby

Lost without hope or found without a dream. Either way it just feels bad.

Crybaby

Don’t you hate those moments

When you’re too lost to be found,

Too free to be bound,

And suddenly the world crashes down?

 

Don’t you hate those moments

When words overcrowd the melody,

Too much quantity for quality,

And suddenly dreams shatter into reality?

 

Oh, don’t you hate it?

The End

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