I'm a mess up,
Here pressed up.
These chains bind me,
Yet the world surrounds me.
I'm fucked up,
Better Buckle up.
The trip ahead is a lonely road.
Suck it up,
They don't give a fuck.
Unfairness rules those cruel blues.
The day is up
Go ahead, run amuck.
They don't see the fear,
Don't hear the tears.
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