I’m tired of my old ways
Same thing for all my days
Wake up, go to sleep
Speak, don't make a peep
Is it wrong or right?
Dark or light?
News is loud
People are proud
It all feels the same to me
Break the cycle, I want to be free
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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