Opened up my eyes,
The sunrise shining through,
Hard to see, hard to breath,
Imagine how difficult life could be.
Sometimes I was wrong,
Can't tell that I was right,
Sometimes I was weak,
Can't keep my mind strike.
Other times I was broken,
I try to look strong,
Sometimes it can't be spoken,
For I am being wrong.
Sometimes I know,
Sometimes I pretend not to know,
Aware of my own sake,
I know that my words are fake.
I'm tired of telling stories,
When I know that it was histories,
Pretend that I was cherised,
For God's sake, I know my boundaries.
The sunrise shining through,
Hard to see, hard to breath,
Imagine how difficult life could be.
Sometimes I was wrong,
Can't tell that I was right,
Sometimes I was weak,
Can't keep my mind strike.
Other times I was broken,
I try to look strong,
Sometimes it can't be spoken,
For I am being wrong.
Sometimes I know,
Sometimes I pretend not to know,
Aware of my own sake,
I know that my words are fake.
I'm tired of telling stories,
When I know that it was histories,
Pretend that I was cherised,
For God's sake, I know my boundaries.
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