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Dec 2014
To see the bright side,
Trust in myself is my only chance.
Life ain't always what it seems cause it changes too fast.
And if you can't keep up, then it's your own ***.
Changing people, with change faces, that fit the cast.
So deceitful, like clown faces, they make my laugh.
So fake at being fake, I must have missed that class.
Love me or hate me either way, I do I even ask.

Got your back when things are up,
Your luck turns, they turn their back, and stab your ***.
Said that change, changed you
Because they still lack class
Like passing gas in class
It catches up their *** fast
The fakes, always show their ID's so they never last.
Just as long as you watch them, playing play pretend
All those cover girls
Always get turn apart in the end
and be yourself, it's easier to remember your past.
Cause the people you past, on your path
Will rewrite history, telling their better half
like they wrote your first draft, and you lied about your last.

I rather mark my milestones, as cornerstones, so I don't lose track.
Looking back, I now where I've been going, and how to get back.
Styles
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