

The sun is going down,
So am I, down.
Maybe its time to sign out,
I wonder who created this account,
This account has held me in,
Am ever logged in,
I live with ghosts,
And am their host,
Their host in my brain cells,
Only to note am caged in a cell,
I’ve lost my mind,
Coz everything is out of hand,
Out of hand, out of control,
I’ve lost my role,
Why not Maybe i miss the pope,
Probably there is hope,
There is hope in forgiveness,
Majoring to ourselves,
Some pieces need a cut,
Yeah its the only way out,
Only way out of depression,
Dont bother on style or fashion,
Get your sleeves,
Lay off blaming ourselves,
Ourselves are the core,
No need for a call,
Time to not only give,
But ourselves to forgive,
By liz Davis
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