Fix My life
I know I need to fix my life
But I can't use a knife
Yes I'm in pain
But that blade
Isn't gonna help the strain
I'm going insane
'Cause I'm stuck
I'm stuck in a strut
But I'm not gonna cut
I promised my love that i would never cut
And that's a promise I will keep
I just need to find peace
Or something that to help me keep calm
So I can move on
And maybe I can fix these broken bones
Or this Strife
I call life
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