Suffer From Something – Memoirs Of A Human

It is what it is,

We all suffer from something,

Not supposed to be perfect,

Just look around.

Creepin’ up from under covers,

The sun’s blinding at first glance,

But like moments after trouble,

It gets easier on the eye.


Chasing the things that won’t matter tomorrow,

No vision, no mission, no strength,

To carry on, to be on your own,

I won’t sleep I won’t dream,

Cause I’m scared,

Thing just ain’t fair,

It ain’t meant to be like this.

I won’t eat, won’t leave,

Cause I’m not prepared,

Things just ain’t fair,

Why did they get like this?

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