Changes
Changes
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Mmm (my lungs are falling out) (my tongue is calling out) my lungs are falling… (My eyes are balling out) my wife is lying dead… my ears are a bomb shell to my head… My lips are chapped as led… My death is still young as yet…
And this time I'll make progress. As my life changes to be my best…
I. I… I. I.. I said yes when I changed my heart to God… people ask and leave if I really put my life to fraud… struggles and puzzles beat me in the odds… feeling like I should be sick. Nothing worse than to pretend. Life isn’t us to exist. When God leads us to a myth. I shook back my hand and twist. I saw my window broken up into bits. I heard banging and noises in the mist. I heard my mama take a punch to the hip. I see a stranger full of gun blast to his wrist. He pulls the trigger and loads his fist. I see my mama dead on the floor. There was a lot of heartbreak and gore. When the stranger kills himself beneath his core. And I break myself to change. Why isn’t anyone still out there ignoring my rage? I said back at home I used to age. And now I finally keep myself awake. Lost a great loved one on the way. But I tell myself to change.
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Mmm (my lungs are falling out) ( my tongue is calling out) my lungs are falling… (My eyes are balling out) my wife is lying dead… my ears are a bomb shell to my head… my lips are chapped as led… My death is still young as yet…
And this time I’ll make progress. As my life changes to be my best…
Yea too my best… too my best… too my best…
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