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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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