Cups

I feel the cold touch the depths of my soul
If it's hard then lock it up
Staring at an empty cup you feel must be filled
But you only put in a drip
Looking at the other side of the room
And I feel miles away
Pouring sweat and blood and
Falling back down

And its so easy to turn it all to hate

Feeling life slip away
Deeper and deeper all the time
Mountain paths all leading up
I'm missing a map
Retreating back standing up
No where to go
Leaving gems covered in dirt
I wish I did more

And its so easy to turn it all to hate
One in few billion I feel like a stain



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Writer(s): Malin Atkins
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