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She


She was made out of rubble, crushed into a diamond

Never knew what to make of it or what to confide in

questioned the existence of god or just science

asked herself: would you live this life as the gazelle or the lion?

 

but i just don't have anything to believe

That's when she said to me

 

Hunny, you can't predict where you'll go, life just takes you

you're shaped and measured, even if the facts aren't true

You'll be shocked and amazed the crazed and lude

Until you're spoken to just be broken and nude

 

She didn't have a morale compass in her possession

Said "Who gives a damn and make in your favor every exception."

To just laugh and fulfill even if your transgression

is a little less valued and has no good intention

 

but i just don't know the costs and fees

That's when she said to me

 

Hunny, you have to live with one piece to the mind

Live only for yourself and don't mistake the given time

The beauty of it all is at any moment you could die

So stop putting people ahead and pretending to be kind

 

She was made out of rubble, crushed into a diamond

Never knew what to make of it or what to confide in

questioned the existence of god or just pure science

asked herself: would you live this life as the gazelle or the lion?

 

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