Hopeless, Despondent, & Misguided
The endless hurtache of waking up
With nothing to show for it
Where trying your best always seem to be silence by the truth
Where money plays a big role
like a puppeteer, showing his latest masterpiece
The piercing sounds of crying and worrying
I look in the mirror, asking the same questions over and over
Is everyday going to be like this?
Will I ever accomplish a dream that I can turn into a reality?
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