hey, here's a song that i wrote for my friend
Me, Myself, and Who?
Personality? What is that to me? I change so much, everyday, on the road of life I’ve lost my way. I’ve been blinded by my different sides because I try so hard to hide from the many things this world demands and I took the challenge in my own hands. Some people tell me to be myself but I don’t even know who that is anymore. I look down at the hard stone floor, stained with previous tears from the past masks and years. I need a reset button on my life or a glimpse of hope to make things right. No one knows my true self and neither do I. I need more than just help. I have no one to talk to and I quietly tell myself “it’s up to me, myself, and…who?” I realize that I don’t even have me; I lost myself along with my integrity. I ran as tears rolled off my face and blended in with the rain I stopped when I couldn’t run anymore and my tears fell more and more.
Now here I am but where is here there’s tears and sadness everywhere. There’s happiness mixed with excitement it’s so loud, but so silent. It’s terrible and wonderful I’m tired and energetic I feel like a child but so mature. What am I doing here and why do so many people cry? Is it different kinds of tears some of joy others of fear. The rain falls lightly on our lowered heads as our hearts there love sheds tears of black and hurt and pain now blend in with the silver rain, wash my inhibitions away; stop the tragedy and help humanity. You try to fit in with the world but in the progress stand out you get so overwhelmed you want to shout. “So where is this place?”You may say, but this is our lives every day. I have given up there’s no escape of my life’s mistakes. I fall on my hands and knees with my head hung low. My eyes closed as I felt the wind blow.
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~with my head held high my life is fallen out of line some body's callin' do whts right with my corrupt life cause sometime you might have to fight for what you knew cuz were unidentified~
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~with my head held high my life is fallen out of line some body's callin' do whts right with my corrupt life cause sometime you might have to fight for what you knew cuz were unidentified~
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