glasses
i cant see straight,
all my strength it will take,
after everything what will i make,
fall apart in life i have ta re-take,
i keep makin these mistakes,
death lookin at me thinkin should i replace,
in love i neva come first always in second place,
i always have a fake smile dat covers my face,
fake an real friends always flake...
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