Swing life away

Trashed. Ugly. Forgotten
Hello world, here I am. Stuck on a rusty railway
No way to turn, no way to go. I´ve been on every station, I´m sick of it
Sick of being me, tired of who I am. It never changes!
The weeks are the same. Some days are good, some bad. The bad ones always wins.
I can feel it coming, like a storm on a sunny day.
I don´t even bother trying to push them away, it´s no point.
Just enjoy the happy days I get




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