They always said you could never close that door
I begged and boasted that I could
But after half a life of leaking eyes
I may accept I can never shut this wood
Give me the pill that supposed to salvage me
And with this pill comes reason right?
But no form of drug can ever grow a flower so dire
Nothing can craft the one needed light
My birth has only served as mediocre at best
Shadowed by countless points of falling
When I found out it was me who had to be my savior
Only then did I realize it was pointless to keep calling
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