weve all got our storys to tell
bout our lives being hell
we've got destruction everyday we see
why can't it just be me
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weve all got our crosses to bear
can't go through life without a care
is there perfection anywhere
just give your pain to me
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life should be bliss to you
shake your head you know it's true
yet still your saying no
you can't help me, can i go
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ya it'll hurt me
whats your point
i'll just smoke another joint
and erase it all
push it into my destroyed brain
rather make me then you fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is amazing DJ Ray..... I know what you mean about it being that way