Storms of November

Fighting the world with all my might
Hoping to stay alive for just another night
Feeling the innocence soon to be conceived
The face of that woman living inside of me
Looking at my future ahead
Almost gone as good as dead
Remembering all the pain and tears
Using the white stuff to take away fears
starring into the city of strangers
They don't care about me or my anger
Trying hard not to remember
Crying during the storms of November

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