Pain, strain & stress

Pain, strain & stress
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I don’t understand why life must be such a mess

all this pain straining with stress

boys flee, father abandons me, I’m in need.

People can try & relate, but no one will ever fit the music in the back

cause’ what flows in my heart is something that lacks

Looking in the rearview mirror,  I should see me first

bu why am I  trying so hard to first change the past ?

My head, my heart, my him is hurdling & was taken for a spin so fast

There’s always something in something.

good, in goodbye

the sad, in a tear

the truth, in the eyes & &

the shattered trust in a lie.





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