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Me Vs. Myself


"What's the point of arguing when I can't be heard?"

"What's the point of the truth when no one believes a word?"

"I know I'm right!"

Then Samika admit it.

"Why waste my time...when nobody will hear it?"

"I hold my tongue. Honestly I think it's better than regretting what I said. Sometimes I gotta go back in the past, and ask myself..."

What if I had not said that?

"But it's too late. no turning back, time move on, and get on the right track."

Samika? Don't let yourself fall. I know you can do it. I've seen it all.

Let me help you?

"Nah, I don't want your help. See the last time I got help, the person didn't fall through."

Look, I'm not here to comfort you, or tell you what you wanna hear.

I'm giving you the truth. Man, aint that what you wanna hear?

Honestly...I think you like to be sad.

Probably ya way of feeling good. Instead of feeling really bad.

Think positive for once, and you know you're fine.

So corrupted, no adjustments, with a negative mind.

I'm asking you to do your best, please show the rest.

Life is a game, you can pass the test.

 

 

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