Grimaced and pained.
I have been knocked down continually only to rise and scowl defiantly.
How many times can I be abused before I can’t stand again?
Friends and loved ones try to help, but nothing stops the pain.
On my own I must follow through.
Born to wander alone like a Gypsy without a home.
So cold and solemn, picking myself up by my boots as the world tries to
break me. While they go on sleeping, I keep on dreaming.
Tired and weak, I’m still in it.
Nothing to lose protecting the ones I love.
Easy to engage my will, for your thrill becomes my kill.
Crying while laughing for your agony is so divine.
I start where I left off, born to suffer alone.
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"Nothing to lose protecting the one I love ... I start where I left off, born to suffer alone ...."