the times
times are getting hard but i cant let go
blood sweat tear rolling down my soul
always move forward do not lack control
i never glanced back but i felt that cold
chills down my neck as my eyes stayed closed
always on a rise but i feel so low
line after line criticize what i wrote
living every line every line is a qoute
life a movie but i play no role
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