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The days are long
The nights seem to last forever
An army of soliders stampeed through my mind
Reminding of me every mistake
Reminding me my life is the nights to take
The night turns into day
The night has broken
I am broken
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
I like the third line, and I like how you talk about the night in the fifth line. The last two lines are very powerful when you read them aloud slowly. You did a good job with this!
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
I can definitely relate to this. And I also like how it's written!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive