We're all in the dog days of hell
Wishing for the cold autumn chill
Clang, there goes the death bell
It's calling me underneath and I think I'm willing to sell
I've got a propensity for anguish
I call out for youth but I'm greeted by silence
I sit here in my own languish
Please dust off my shoulder and tell the demons to vanquish
I drink coffee wishing it were a beer
I can't nourish my belly because its riddles with ache
I wish I could be catapulted out of the stratosphere
Oh dear hold me because all I have is fear
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