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There are two sides to a struggle and they are both pretty much fucked up. But maybe, just maybe, there is some hope.

Lying in his room all day long

Waiting for the sun to set

The darkness engulfs, a shell to hide in

Walking through the streets at night

Waiting for some action to get

To kill the time; bored out of his mind

Graffiti's cool but overdone

Soon the novelty dies

Where's the rush from breaking the law?

He buys a fuck when he wants

Soon the thrill subsides

Cant satisfy the craving inside

    He searched for love, found rejection

    until the day she held him close

    She stopped his bleeding, it's a new life

    A chance to right the path he chose

A part of him was always detached

Abstract patterns in his head

Trying to make sense, delusional waves

Even when he was in her arms

A part of him was all alone

Trying to hide, keeping feelings inside



   He searched for love, found rejection

   until the day she held him close

   His soul was reborn that day

   A chance to right the path he chose