When shall my skies return blue
Living life's terms ripping me apart
All that I hoped for all that I got
They don't hear the words I now speak
My language of hope denounced as weak
So tired want to end everything and all
Spinning round want to drown in alcohol
Despair old companion you have returned
For who am I now just what have I learned

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