Gone

Gone is what I’ll be
Can you see
I’m being ripped apart
Limb to limb, across my heart
Because of what?
I’m such a slut.
Yeah, it’s true
What can I do?
Nothing at all
See me fall
Tortured at home
I want to roam
I want to run
Have fun
Eternal school
Even if there I’m “uncool”
My world is dead
I’m far from ahead
I’m in a hole
Can’t find my soul
No one there
Who cares
About bygone me?
No one, you see

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