More (It's All Up to You)
"More"
Written By: Madison P. B.
Wanting so badly
Wishing for more
But how can I ask that of you?
I should be happy
That I get something
But I fall short of happiness every time
I want more
There it is-that word again
More
It's so selfish to want
To be ungrateful of what you have
To always want more
But I somehow never grasp that
Before it's too late
To be content with what this is
Whatever this is.
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