I want to be great.
I want to be great.
I want to be great.
But I'm holding me back.
But I'm holding me back.
But I'm holding me back.
How can I fix me?
How can I fix me?
How can I fix me?
Is this something I can't change?
Is this something I can't change?
Is this something I can't change?
Am I stuck like this?
Am I stuck this way?
Will I ever feel safe?
Will things ever change?
The way I need things to change.
Will I ever catch my breath?
Will I ever beat the too lates?
The last straws.
The last chances that I break.
I want to be great.
Can I learn from my mistakes?
Can I take on my own faith?
Or will I always be running late?
Will I catch my own fate?
Or will I stand still and let it go away?
Will I take action,
And not let it take me away?
Change your perspective.
I will be great.
I will be great.
I will be great.
I'm holding myself accountable.
I'm holding myself accountable.
I'm holding myself accountable.
I can learn from my mistakes.
I can learn from my mistakes.
I can learn from my mistakes.
This is something we can win.
This is something we can win.
This is something we can win.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoesiaShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
