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ill yell and scream

ill jump and shout

sometimes i hate my life

without a doubt

i break down and run and hide

run from the hate

run from the sighs

try to make sense of it all

run and hide all by myself

but in the end i just fall

stumble and trip over my own two feet

dont care enough about life

too much about what people see

put on a strong mask

i can face any crowd

if that were only true

id shout it out loud

i want to be alone

solo in the wind

ill gain the thing i want

then go on a freedom binge

soon the sun is hidden by dark black clouds

and the rain will start to fall

and i wonder to myself

is there any point to this at all?