The Power Of Ink

fucked up

Things have been fucked up

For sure another thing will fuck me up

No matter how hard I'd try to make it up

At the end I will always fuck it up

I ain't giving up

I only think that I know what's up

Then I tear up

Maybe this is a phase for us to grow up

When everything is screwed up

All the bad thoughts are stack up

I start looking up

I can't stand up

I think my mind will blow up

But, aye, hold up

I am the only one who could lift myself up

No one gonna catch up neither come up

I gotta stand up

I gotta dress up

I gotta make up

So then I could rise up

Like in the morning when the sun is popping up.

But

Can i really lift myself up?
Can i really stand and dress up?
Can i really make up?
Can i really rise up?

All i know is like everyday, the sun will pop up and my life will be fucked up.
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