Written on a scrap somewhere lost…..

September 2 nineteen hundred and eighty-eight

 

What am I doing here? I feel my life going to waste

wake up in the morning can’t look myself in the face

so many chances so many mistakes

how much depression does this world think I can take?

I try so hard but everything goes wrong

no one will listen so I wrote it all in a song

Stairway to heaven or a Highway to hell

which one am i traveling it is so hard to tell

should I give it all up, throw it all away?

I’ll just keep on surviving this life day by day!

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