The Story of Life
Betrayla surprising mask worn skin tight,
Let me get under it, lift it like Superman without a kryptonite.
I may break down at times, but still fixing to fight,
Life can be puzzling, I start on the inside and the rest comes to me.
Like a light bulb above the head struck with light,
Negativity who needs that.
Kill it with no feedback,
Low lives with no life starting drama don't react.
Some people follow others if they fall and their knees gash.
Would you dive with them to suicide, knowing when you lose the fight to live,
Your life's gone, you get no rematch.
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