Live
Although I'm young
My heart is sore
So many have walked
In and out it's door
I've questioned myself
More than anyone else
Am I good enough?
I couldn't tell
No I'm not some beauty queen
More like a little in between
I see the beauty of the rain
Gained knowledge
Through my pain
I move ahead
And never look back
Got my mom
To thank for that
My eye's have told stories
Filled with heartache and worries
Yea, I got baggage
But cmon everyone's
Life comes in a sealed and wrapped
Package
I live my life
For me
Myself
And
I
Not for you
Or some really cute guy :)
Moral of the story
Is there is none
You make the decision
Like the shooter with a gun
Live and never regret
Live and never forget
Live and laugh
Live and love
Live and thank the man above
Live for you
And who you are
Live your life
And always go far
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