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Feb 2015
I don't even know why I do the things I do maybe it's true that it's all because of u
then again maybe it's not, maybe this is all I got
since u been gone seems to b the only thing I can depend on
to make me feel better n I got no money for anything but
n I got this feeling in my gut that it's not the way to go n I know that I'm making a mistake, but it's so hard to break free
from what is just me being me
trying to escape the memories of what was once we
now just little ol me, lookin for some green grass n a shade tree .
but u can't escape the changing season
every single night I stack reason upon reason of why I don't wanna have to wake up
all I've ever done is take up space
I don't wanna have to face this bad place, I've put myself in
I wanna b the one who's helpin,not the one who needs help
I wanna b the one givin the advice. not the one payin the price
of being the nice guy
why try if u know u can't win?
this has been, a good look into my heartbreak n hopelessness
lets hope it's just a phase n there's better days to come, for the one who will never understand why u left in the first place
leaving me to live out the worst case
scenario... I survived barely thou
so many sleepless nice wondering where'd u go
how can u show such little consideration?
disappeared over night. no fight,  I know I didn't do everything right,but I tried
u lied
I remember u tellin me that ud always b mine, everything will b fine, n it'll all pass in time
on the line..callin collect from the county cryin
cuz they tell me,I cant go home for another 2years
had to hide the tears,n the fact that I was overcome with fears, n frustration
not to mention the devastation after get beat down for changing the station
on the radio.
little Wayne playin, over n over. sound of his voice I couldn't stand the
**** POWER 106, THE SOUTH SIDE, N SAMANTHA!
Boat floater
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