Sometimes I find my self in
A place I don't really want
To leave and other times I
Can’t stand to be around
Because the anger it causes
Inside of me
I cry many times saying how
I want to die but then again
I want to live
Not really knowing why there
Is a rhythm or reason to why
I live the way I do, I guess
Its because I choose to do
The things I do until it’s to
Late to realize I screwed up
And still I know I have to
Live to recognize the mistakes
I have done before its time
For me to go
So I guess I will go on
Living the best I know how
And forget what’s in my past
And stop crying for something
I cannot get because it will
Be on the terms of God and
Not mine
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