Despair

Despair
by Walter A Adams

Sometimes I think I could lay me right down here and die
And the traffic might stop long enough for my hearse to go by
No one would notice the hole here where I used to be
And I doubt anybody would wonder what happened to me.

It seems like whats easy for everyone else comes so hard for me
I spend all my time trying to earn what they all take for free
I wish someone would stop long enough to tell me whats going on
Untill they do I guess I’ll keep on singing this song

Sometimes I think I could lay me right down here and die
And the traffic might stop long enough for my hearse to go by
No one would notice the hole here where I used to be
And I doubt anybody would wonder what happened to me.

[every one feels like this on occasion, what would you call it?]

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Posted on May 16, 2012, in Rymes and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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