The Life (Discontent)

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I walk inside alone, close the door

I have enough, but I'm wanting more.

Climb up the stairs, turn on the light

it's all the same, every goddamned night.

Turn up the music, hoping to quiet my mind

To leave reality, the rest of this bullshit behind.

Try to get my feelings out, write anything at all

Curled up alone, feeling insignificant and small.

Give up my efforts, and retreat to my bed

To lie beneath the covers, run circles in my head.

How I'm sick of this life, the day after day

I only wish I could throw this discontent away.