Life is so out of the way,
those we love they don't all back,
those we hate they most all back,.
Life is so insecure,
we know not what we have till they gone,
we don't know the skeletons in our closets till they break out.
Life is a Bitch,
It barks all the time,
don't give it a bone, that's not why,
don't ask me, am still trying to know why.
The strongest survive and fall,
the weakest get tortured and fall.
they both fall, what's the deal.
We live to die,
we love till death.
we read each others obituaries,
thinking how ours is gonna be.
We are scared of something,
we are something others are scared of.
we are what we say we are,
its easy for us to come of it.
am sick of earth, it will not hold me long,
am ready, i wait the day i take a leave.
Love please fail me not,
Hate please Stress me less,
cupid who are you for real?
I have no idea what i write,
yet its a clear description of how confused i a,
could this mean am in love,
could it mean am heart broken,
what it means let it mean, for am too tortured to know...
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