Please Stop

I’ve been fishing, and can’t catch a bite. I’ve been praying, ain’t seen that light. I’ve been searching, high to the low. I’ve been working, working, working myself to the bone. Now my skin starts crawl I’m gone tear down these walls, if I don’t get out. I’ve lost heaven to hell and I know very well I’m gone get it back. There’s just this waiting game and I don’t know how to play. It’s enough of a fight staying alive, anyway.

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