Every morning you hate yourself
And swear that you'd become different.
You dream of changing your life at last,
But every night it repeats again...
Your hands are trembling,
Your feet are stumbling...
You’re just too weak to fight,
So keep on falling!
How come you ended up this way -
Pathetic, broken, losing faith?
You know you’re running out of time,
But even that won’t make you try...
Wish I could read the Book of fate!
Wish I could help someone be saved!
Wish I could see the Heaven's gate,
I hope I will be there...
How come?
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