NEVER_LOSE_HOPE/ rachel...

Daily mounting pressures What hides behind the eyes You've tried your best to catch her This crazy thing called life While imitating art No one saw you draw the signs Sadly here you are Dressed up like suicide If you had asked permission Would they grant the fall Have you ever heard them listen To your cries before Set with tunnel vision To the world outside Giving out you give in Dressed up like suicide What was once distance thunder Now goes off in your head The down pour pulls you under Held by the hand of death A cushion for your problems Sign on the dotted line Smoke em if you got em Dressed up like suicide

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