god
I roll over on my bed as you look down at me
I smile at a joke as you seem proud of me
god I frown of anger when im dissagreed with
I feel happy as if i had the crown and agreed with
god I bit my lip and drop tear down,
I hide under covers cold from pain
God I roll over and fall, but time
has came to be called,
I feel like im dead
I feel sad
im dead.
but god im always with you true?
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