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It is about a girl |
Sometimes I find my self in A place I don't really want To leave and other times I Can’t stand to be around Because the anger it causes Inside of me I cry many times saying how I want to die but then again I want to live Not really knowing why there Is a rhythm or reason to why I live the way I do, I guess Its because I choose to do The things I do until it’s to Late to realize I screwed up And still I know I have to Live to recognize the mistakes I have done before its time For me to go So I guess I will go on Living the best I know how And forget what’s in my past And stop crying for something I cannot get because it will Be on the terms of God and Not mine So what is else is there to do in the mean time? |