never had no one but myself to blame
i had a bad time in the third grade
some of the memories beginning to fade
no good looks but a whole lotta brains
got a hurting in my chest
right where my heart should be
all the while i did my best
to keep going, taking care of me
no one to cherish me
so i fought for myself
tried to make it good with wealth
all the while no one to hold
to tell me to stay strong
to keep me smart and bold
everything going wrong
skin feeling so cold
till i grew old
couldnt keep myself strong
and then i looked back on the past
back to my mask
back to those times that i was living halffast
and i see how much has changed
how much of my life
has been rearranged
and i am thankful
cuz now i am living and im feeling so free
its good to be alive, its good to be me
some things are not the best
but im living for the rest
dancing under skies of blue
i can stand and i can smile
and its true
all the while never knowing
my conciouse never showing
wat i was missing
was friends like you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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