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I wake up in the morning I don’t like what I see A tired face, bloodshot eyes I can’t believe, that this is me I used to be happy I used to make people laugh I had too many friends Now it’s cut in half I haven’t always had bruises And I never had scars Their future, everyone chooses I guess I’m not going far The obstacles become steeper They get more difficult every day Every day I’m digging deeper In this hole, which is mine.. What more is there to say ?... Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 22 2001 02:05 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I wake up in the morning ..."