Outlook
I would change my outlook on life.
Who knows my life better than I ?
Do I want to be me, or change to a butterfly ?
Or would I be a fruit getting cut by a knife?
I will never know, unless I change my outlook on life.
This is soul, this is body I'll go crazy and make this my hobby
Thinking always what could have been, always again and again.
I am me, so negative but free a student, a daughter, a wife.
Oh what I would do to be positve and nothing.
What I would change is my outlook on life.
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