you choose to let it go
There is always a gloomy day
where you wanna lay in the rain
When you lose someone
a part of you brakes away
There are those days when you wanna be in bed
When you think of it that's how they went to rest
Believing or not Believing
It doesn't matter they are no longer here living
The memories you carry will always light up your life
making that smile shine brighter than life itself
We choose to let it get to us but in the end we dont have any control over it
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