Why.
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I really don't understand life sometimes; how it work, how things go, how life is, I just done know. People call me names, some make fun, people are not to blame, maybe I'm not done. Me, I change, day after day, time after time, I choose a new ryhme. I do my best to stay in your life, but I don't know why you think I lied. I say what I feel and I feel what I say, please believe me, I wish I could have stayed.
My life is hard sometimes I don't understand, they way of the sunrise or the beach and the sand, how many grains of sand compared to how much you love me or how pretty the sunrise is how much you want me. How much you want me is different than if you need me, if I am made to keep you happy, I will lose and feel so crappy. I can't do my job right, talking to you fight after fight. We can talk, but I just shake, my heart is weak and my heart still breaks, remembering the things that we said, but for bow those feelings are dead.
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