Treasure Island

Justin Smith

Reflection Of Self

My sky is blue
But im stuck under a rain cloud
What am I to do
Screw you, f' you is what I wanna do
How's that sound, no I can't do that now
Too many people I would let down
I need to get my feet back on the ground
One foot in front of the other
One day at a time
Its not all gonna come back at the same time
Its a daily grind
Just gotta get my mind right
Live, love, learn, laugh, cry...right?
Imma try
Then I remind, myself it was me that messed up everything
The only way to get it back is for me to think of something, anything
To regain some sense of sanity
I gotta look for the man in me
I gotta find myself, learn to guide myself
Life is what you make it
So I gotta find it and just take it
Bend it till it breaks it
Face it you can't make it trying to fake it
Come real, earn the respect you need
Get the respect that you fiend
Don't let nobody intervene
Like a scene from the movie screen
We all wish for happy things
Just persevere and get through it
And once your there, realize god helped you do it

Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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