Don't look behind it's the past
The future is every second of the day
It's a coming fast
As I look up at the stars, laying
Laying there thinking again
I'm in a hammock swaying
I'm drinking
Drinking away the pain
Its hard ya know,
Being someone your not, fame.
Fame took ya' over and I hate it.
Come back papa,
Come back,
Come back
YOU ARE READING
Never Give Up
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