here's where pieces of my life come to light
wanting somebody to find it before the ink fades away
and there's nothing left to write
these pages looking like panoramic sight
where I'm constantly wasting away
here's where pieces of my life come to light
it's like I'm still waiting for a guiding light
these lines become a suicide squeeze play
and theres nothing left to write
when it feels like it's all been said,I just rewrite
everything 'till I find solitude in the wordplay
and there's nothing left to write
and I've spent many of late nite's
trying to explain how I was breaking away
here's where pieces of my life come to light
and there's nothing left to write
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