i say, you say, no reference to a cliche, die another day .

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It Weigh.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay;
been screwed over from play to say.
keeping wait for blubber to delay,
bones don't just uncurve and stay.

suffocation has never left my way;
for it curls with no warmth, no ray.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay;
stained since an egg about to lay.
but the flay of fray left me to pray,
with that hot face tracing the bray.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay.
all an astray of convey turns gray.

everyday's a price to pay of disarray.
its a day, a tray of what may betray.
the solid weigh of the slay of stay
still living, it say, it won't be okay.

;[signed]