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Life isn't perfect


you were my heaven you were my hope you were my desire now how do I cope you were my rhyme you were my reason how do I live when I'm marked with treason but nothing nothing and no one is perfect and when it comes down to it the only thing left is life but then you killed me my heart turned to black I'm now slowly dying I'm tied to the tracks but life isn't perfect and love is a surprise whoever said it was easy that it wouldn't be hard so now that it's over I'm writing my past I'm walking down this life long path I'm reviewing my mistakes looking overe all my lies and all that's left to say this is life
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