Love has turned on me
It has stabbed me in the back
And yet here I am today
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The path of me can not be straight
It has to curve and wind
For I am as twised and confused as a dog chasing it's tail
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To find what is unfound is hard
Understanding the pain is unbearable
But try
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Sugar and spice might be nice
But it is not what little girls are made of
We are made up of anything, anytime
So why don't we get to choose how we look
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Flipped Out As A Sickness
Hello death
Yes I can see you
I know I won't win
I see the way down your path
I don't won't too go
It's too early
Doctors try Medics try
I try
It's not enough
Sickness will only burn in hell
I will wach it
But I only what to want to in 1 million years
Not now
Why me
Why not you
It's will be a mystey
How I go
Not will find my last remains
Oh wait i see a crack in the light
I think that it's something that has not been here for a while
It's Hope
In my last moments I will cry to you and say
I'm sueing God