I thought eveything was going to be okay,
And that I'd be free from sorrow,
But now I have to go to sleep,
Fearing what's going to happen tomorrow.
Haven't I put up with enough?
Haven't I suffered like this before?
I don't believe in a loving God,
Because all he gives me is apathy and more.
I'm sick of being fucked over like this,
And bitching to no avail,
Yet I always have that glimmer of hope inside,
That in someway, somehow I will prevail.
I'm doubting myself so much,
But my optimism is in bloom.
Perhaps this bullshit is worth something,
Or maybe it's just spelling out my doom.
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