Why do I have to go through this?
Why can't my life just be full of bliss?
These questions go through my head everyday.
I just want to break away,
Break away from my life,
I'm sick of being the one who always has to pay the price.
Right now I don't even if I'm a person because I feel more like a toxin, A killer, A mistake ... All I do ache.
So just in case I get hurt again maybe I just should become plastic fake.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Why do I have to go through this?
Why can't my life just be full of bliss?
These questions go through my head everyday.
I just want to break away,
Break away from my life,
I'm sick of being the one who always has to pay the price.
Right now I don't even if I'm a person because I feel more like a toxin, A killer, A mistake ... All I do ache.
So just in case I get hurt again maybe I just should become plastic fake.
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