I’m a little more than a little broken,
I’m a lot less than a little unaware
Heavier words were never more softly spoken
Nothing so innocent ever gave me such a scare
Say ignorance is bliss, but it’s taken everything it gave
Think I’d learn, but I cling to the fantasy of the next day
But never wiser have I risen from the grave
The ghosts will teach me a lesson that they will betray
I will be blindsided and caught off guard
I will complete, but I will not pass, the next test
I’m tired of telling myself I’ve survived worse, so this can’t be that hard
I’ve been stretched too thin, too long, can I just find any rest?
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Many of this lines are recognizable from my own past and are easily identified with. Nicely written it carries the feeling of the common man. Well done
Yes, sometimes the rocks in the rucksack seem to drag you down forever.
Even taking them out doesn't change anything.
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