My Life
My life is like a closed box….
no one knows whats inside….
You only get an idea on the outside what the label says….
I’m sealed with indestructible tape….
a bombproof box….
It is very hard for me to bust….
I say a question in every sentence i say….
I hate to cry….
I try to pray….
but what good is praying if it isn’t helping….
all these things are locked away….
I love, I laugh, I lose but I hate it….
the only thing that balances all this are my good friends….
I care for some people some much….
that when I hurt their feelings….
it hurts mine….
I don’t know when I’ll open up….
no one knows whats inside….
You only get an idea on the outside what the label says….
I’m sealed with indestructible tape….
a bombproof box….
It is very hard for me to bust….
I say a question in every sentence i say….
I hate to cry….
I try to pray….
but what good is praying if it isn’t helping….
all these things are locked away….
I love, I laugh, I lose but I hate it….
the only thing that balances all this are my good friends….
I care for some people some much….
that when I hurt their feelings….
it hurts mine….
I don’t know when I’ll open up….
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