Frown

Force of habit
Enslaved by instinct
Trapping myself by struggling
To escape from it

Clawing my way out
Of this sense of futility
Further and further becomes my resolve
Now, a silhouette painted against the dusk

As it disappears
Into a dreary memory
Of what I could
Once maintain



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Price, Michael Thomas, Murice White
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