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2010-09-07 | |
Once, upon my story, there was me,
One, who thinks his life isnât as you see.
This part will tell where my hope lies,
How I have failed all my tries.
Iâll start with love, it makes you live,
You learn to beg and to forgive,
It makes you change for just one soul,
That one that makes you feel youâre whole.
But, the more intense the more the pain,
Once she leaves and you remainâŚ
These things I saidâŚ I wrote above,
Make me wish I couldnât love.
I see how people like to act,
When you help they donât react,
But if you trip, do something wrong,
One will laugh and all along.
My friends keep changing over night,
I wish I could say âitâs alrightâ,
But what I see and all these lies
Make me wish I had no eyes.
âEvery person is uniqueâ,
I tend to hear when others speak.
Unique by what? A simple name?
Because their actions look the same.
I hope itâs not a no-win fight,
It looks so vague in black and white,
All these things I canât rename
Make me wish I was the same.
A wish is short but hope is long,
In time, youâll know about this song,
My hope is there, no need to worry,
Ends this chapter of my story.
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