Like ink to page my soul spills out / I'm starving for something more / Its not too late its never too late / Only wish I had realized this before /
Dancing and weaving through life / Screaming and pulling at my hair / Moments of fleeting joy / Tragedy pain and despaired /
My loneliness is out of control / looking up from a bottomless hole / It stains me like ink on a page / It grips me and pulls me below /
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