This is no way to live,
But there's not way to die.
I see your face in my tears,
Every time that I cry.
Now the truth is out,
There's no where to run.
But I was living a lie,
My life had barely begun.
But what can I do,
But what can I say.
Now I'm livin' my life,
Livin' it my way.
The battle is lost,
The winner is clear.
My only wish,
Is that you could be here.
I shed more tears,
I choose to remain.
Living my life,
In this needless pain.
And so it begins,
And it will depend.
On what happens next,
For how it will end.
So wandering lost,
I whisper your name.
All I wish,
Is that you felt the same.















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Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils
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A poem can never lie, but nor can it speak straight truths.
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"Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil."
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A poem can never lie, but nor can it speak straight truths.
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"Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil."
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Where the cool nerds go.
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