Life's little purpose it has no meaning,
looking inside myself, not liking the person I'm seeing.
Who is this being?
This reflection in the mirror.
Wishing I could see him a little more clearer.
Stop making wrong choices.
Moving away from the error of my ways.
Searching for days,
while holding on to minutes of the present.
I guess this is my life's sentence.
It's still my struggle to get by.
just life's way of serving me a slice of her humble pie.
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