Don’t think for a second that it didn’t hurt me to leave you,” she urges. “Because it was the most painful thing that I’ve ever had to do. It was so, so difficult. It took every bit of strength that I had not to turn around and apologize.”
She takes a deep breath.
“So don’t tell yourself that I wanted to. I didn’t, not at all. But leaving you was the only way I could save myself.
How many Does it take till Your personality Turns To a sorry Where you’re not The protagonist But the jury Call you guilty To your Prerogative I meant it the other way but no one see it So what can I sway One man army Fight towards believe Ion Don’t really **** with no body But they against me Drunk or high they exclude me From one of the best ideology I hate that Couldn’t even turn back time It could never rhyme This isn’t old English Not a game Can’t even explain Poetry is vague Or even vain Mark of Kane I would not explain File a petition Fairness is not dismissive Mention something n That no one listen I’d share you what I have for your next visit.
Would you like to spend your whole life serving people, asking for their needs and taking their orders. What about you What do you want, waitress.
Don't wait for their approval Don't wait for their recognition. Take a tissue for example No matter if they wiped their hands with it Or blowed their noses in it They still just call it a wiping tissue And toss it after all No matter how important in their lives. Follow your passion. Don't be a tissue.
This a song for me. It's a song for the others, too.
We know who we are. And if we don't, we will,
It's only timing. If you look into the eyes
And witness unveiling, This is a song for you.
Broadcasting Now. . .
Your self is you. (reject the ones at odds) Self is your truth. (the predators you choose) Truth is self love. (prey on your sense of self) Love is within. (you're not a monster) You, (you're not a monster) You,