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I strive and climb with this pencil and pad,
I try to thrive, but I'm sensin sad.
My love notices a flare in my eye, as I stare in the sky,
See a shootin' star, and she says "You're carrin' mine."
sigh, I don't see why she has to do this all the time'
but I know somewhere just real deep inside this love is a lie.
I've become rugged through fights with my own skin;
One day you just might see me with my bones slim;
My own pen jabbed into my throat,
See that I dabbed on a note.
"Scabs and wounds are too much to bare,
Dad, I'm sorry for this cut scare,"
But where do I go from here, where do I carry on,
Always scared cause these bully's are Scary strong,
Looks like I'll have to keep my awareness on,
I feel alright, but somehow I'm just barely wrong.
