You try and make me cry
But what if my eyes are dry
You try and make me feel low
But what if i’m so low
You can’t bring me down anymore
You try and point out all my flaws
But what if I know them all
You try and make me insane
But what if my mind has gone past that point
You try to break me
But what if i’m already broken
So broken that you cannot break me anymore
Then you wonder why
I’m lying on the floor dead
But what if my soul already died
And all that was left was an empty body
And a mind full of regret.
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I believe that good things fall apart so better things can fall together, its just about waiting around long enough for those better things. My old opuss was Hafy.
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@BVHarding yeah. People always try to bring you down but they don't understand you bring yourself down. Thanks for the repost
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