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THEN I do everything in my power to make you happy To make them happy My life is an endless cycle of trying to help and being told what I did wrong. If I can’t make you happy, and I can’t make them happy, why should I make myself happy? NOW I’m leaving the place I feel my most comfortable I’ll never perform in my home again. There will be new homes but until then, I’ll sulk in my miserably wonderful existence, Hating who I am, and who I’ll become. I’ll watch you walk away, I know I’ll eventually be ok LATER You counted me out of your plans, While they counted me out of their lives. I love who I’ve become But I hate what I put myself through to get here. I’ll always love being miserable
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Forgetting Your Persecution
THEN I do everything in my power to make you happy To make them happy My life is an endless cycle of trying to help and being told what I did wrong. If I can’t make you happy, and I can’t make them happy, why should I make myself happy? NOW I’m leaving the place I feel my most comfortable I’ll never perform in my home again. There will be new homes but until then, I’ll sulk in my miserably wonderful existence, Hating who I am, and who I’ll become. I’ll watch you walk away, I know I’ll eventually be ok LATER You counted me out of your plans, While they counted me out of their lives. I love who I’ve become But I hate what I put myself through to get here. I’ll always love being miserable
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
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