The Up's and Down's
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2005-02-17 21:19:11 (UTC)



Lost in the dark,
I wish there to be some kind of spark.

Maybe I'm lost in fright,
Constantly praying for there to be light.

I'm trapped inside steel walls,
Everything I depend on always seems to fall.

All I know,
Is whats in the past, never where to go.

Have I given up?
Have societies standards gone up?

Is the meaning of life confuson and fright?
Always being lost in the endless night.

Deaths right after births,
Children killed because they're on the west side turf.

I don't know what goes on in this head of mine.

I'm 2 million in a million numbered line