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Never was the woman that you wanted me to be. I could only be what I've grown to be. I feel so let down. Only me to build myself back up. I'm so tired of hiding these tears behind this frown. So ready to give up. Nothing is ever good enough. Never was the woman you thought I'd be. I been what I was shown to be. I've tried so hard to give the best of me. So out of control. looks what's left of me. Can no longer hold myself together. Feeling like I sold my soul. They say "It will get better". But can I hold myself together, At least long enough to manage the weather.