My Life
This is me and this is my life
How can I continue to fight
With all these ups and all these downs
Why on this cliff don't I bound
For all I know I will continue my dream
And maybe one day have an anwsering machine
That says my name and career with pride
And at the end you hear my child and bride
For now that's lost within my hope
And never happen as I tie this rope
Who will I be, what will I become
As far as I've heard all I do is run
Run from my parents, run from my dream
Run till I won't have an anwsering machine
You'll call me up and the number's unknown
Because all you'll hear is a damn dile tone
With money tight and college a bare
How am I even suppost to care
The school system is suppost to work for us all
But all I can do is curl up and ball
This is me and this is my life
Please help me put down this knife
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