2 More Weeks

Waiting for the 92, from
The bottom of my highest high
Laid to rest upon arrival
Wondering when the night will end

Street lights and crowded places
Next stop, is Downtown
This is my new home now, to
Leave all my troubles aside, and die

Where can I find relief?
From your travesty
Time is weakening
But there's a chance to flee

Why must I beg and grieve
For your tragedy
You-have tread on my beliefs
Now, it's-my time to grieve

When can-I leave in peace?
There's no room for me
How long must I plead
I can't wait 2 weeks



Credits
Writer(s): Alexis Gómez
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