The monotony.
The same routines.
The same people winning the same things.
The same people occupying the upstairs seat.
The same losing end I find myself in whenever I walk along the street.
I'm jailed in a boundless, invisible cell of despair.
I wish to break free.
To feel the freedom.
To get what I want.
I want to be able to hold on to a subtance of life.
Something with more meaning.
One where I can wake up with a purpose.
A purpose where I'd oblige to fulfill.
Sometimes the things you do never get noticed.
Maybe it's the case all the time.
My wish is for you to squint and notice.
Am i not working hard enough?
Please dear God.
Give me the opposite of a sad, morbid and grey colour.
I want warm, lively springs and a hand to hold on to.
I want that moment to freeze forever..
The same routines.
The same people winning the same things.
The same people occupying the upstairs seat.
The same losing end I find myself in whenever I walk along the street.
I'm jailed in a boundless, invisible cell of despair.
I wish to break free.
To feel the freedom.
To get what I want.
I want to be able to hold on to a subtance of life.
Something with more meaning.
One where I can wake up with a purpose.
A purpose where I'd oblige to fulfill.
Sometimes the things you do never get noticed.
Maybe it's the case all the time.
My wish is for you to squint and notice.
Am i not working hard enough?
Please dear God.
Give me the opposite of a sad, morbid and grey colour.
I want warm, lively springs and a hand to hold on to.
I want that moment to freeze forever..
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死亡是悲哀的，但活得不快樂更悲哀。......................................................................
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