If I Gave Up
I look in the mirror each morning and see a pretty face but what's the use in looking good when your life has been a waste.
A waste of time and effort that I put forth each day just to see it all crumble and slowly fade away.
All my dreams are in their graves each one each one in a different tomb.
But they all say here lays the hopes and dreams of someone that gave up too soon.
I am doomed to fail in whatever I try to do.
What's the use in going to school?
Yes, this is what I would be saying if I gave up my hopes and dreams but I refuse to give up hope because I will succeed!
Copyright © Kable Hendrix | Year Posted 2013
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