Life is getting weirder and tougher
Nothing makes sense and I'm breaking down
This ain't me anymore...
I feel like crying, I feel like shouting
I feel tired, I feel weakened
I need to breath, I need a shoulder to cry on
Whispering to my soul to keep hanging on
Make myself believe that I'm not a quitter
They try to bring me down but I'll keep my head up
The crumbled spirit is still there
They just want to know if everything will be ok
When things are getting thougher they turn away
And I'm alone again...
I've been through this before
I'll win this silly game
I won't give up, I will not fall
I will stand tall
Thursday, September 29, 2005
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