September
Tuesday 26 May 2009 photo 3/4
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Not a single day without some rest,
gotta figure out how to live my life,
its just a fucking pest.
No one is there for their dears,
givin’ up on with their eyes tired (with their eyes tired)
and with there hands shiver,
sick of this life.
Your daughter or son may be writn’ you a goodbye letter,
but you still ignore their pain, tryna se positive and clear.
Why wont you ask them how they feel,
they may be gone for lifetime..
That’s when you realize…
All ya care about is yourself,
pushn’ them away with ‘’no its okay’’
but have you examine their heart,
its full of bullshit, witch is takin’ over their time.
Like what the hell are they doin at this life?
gotta figure out how to live my life,
its just a fucking pest.
No one is there for their dears,
givin’ up on with their eyes tired (with their eyes tired)
and with there hands shiver,
sick of this life.
Your daughter or son may be writn’ you a goodbye letter,
but you still ignore their pain, tryna se positive and clear.
Why wont you ask them how they feel,
they may be gone for lifetime..
That’s when you realize…
All ya care about is yourself,
pushn’ them away with ‘’no its okay’’
but have you examine their heart,
its full of bullshit, witch is takin’ over their time.
Like what the hell are they doin at this life?
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