It's Called Life
At times life is fun you meet the
Greatest people but at other times
It feels like a dangerous disease, it feeds
On your blood, your spirit and your soul
It eats you up so bad it’s like
You don’t have a home
People don’t understand how this effects
Some other people how it makes them feel
So bad and how they start to feel EMO
Don’t feel sorry for me I don’t need
Your sympathy it’s just too pathetic But
No one has ever cared for me
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