Meaningful Thoughts
Can I do?
My writing is getting vague,
I don't know what I should do.
If it can't be,
then set me free.
That's all I can say,
to keep these thoughts away.
The cost of what I think
has been driven to the brink.
Like a knife in the head,
or those sores from a bed.
It's always gonna be there,
and life will never be fair.
My words are losing meaning.
In my eyes, they've stopped gleaming.
I'll try to defend again,
But what can I do when
it's my only friend.
I don't know what I should do.
If it can't be,
then set me free.
That's all I can say,
to keep these thoughts away.
The cost of what I think
has been driven to the brink.
Like a knife in the head,
or those sores from a bed.
It's always gonna be there,
and life will never be fair.
My words are losing meaning.
In my eyes, they've stopped gleaming.
I'll try to defend again,
But what can I do when
it's my only friend.
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Can I do?
Can I do?