AriRih (2014-07-16 14:03:09)

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Could it be I,
Who tries to hard,
Couldn't you try harder,
Life isn't easy no one said it was,But everyone expects us to keep trying,
Everyone keeps fooling us and lying,
Never know what the truth and a trick,
Nothing but alcohol and drug addicts,
Loveless,
Hatred,
Cold,
Because what they lost was something good as gold,
Called selfish,
Broken,
Tattered and torn,
Forget the love, worthless,
Been sworn,
They were nothing to just die and suffer,
Thrown away that they never mattered,
Their hearts were good as gold, went in beautiful, and came out trashed,
Tricks, tricks is what started,
Alcohol a buz a shot, anything to make it through, just another fix to make it better,
They say "tricks are for kids",
But kids don't know how hard life gets when hate stares at you right in the face,
Another alcoholic drink to pass the days go buy,
Just laying there waiting for death to come by.
What they lost was good as gold, what they lost was their youth, that turned to old.

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