Buck Up
Buck Up
I’m a problem that might never be solved.
I’ll still try continue living my live without these walls.
At time’s I’m the only thing I’m afraid of.
I’m not sure what happened or were I went wrong.
But I do know it’s getting old fast
And I’m just tired of singing this sad, sad song.
I've always thought blocking it all out was key.
But I was wrong all along.
I was blinded and couldn’t see.
Desperately trying to find a way out since I was a little girl.
Forgetting that I’m not alone.
I live in a big world.
I got even more lost in all my crazy thoughts.
My sister is why I write, my family and the people that love me,
Is why I've put up such a fight.
I've come to a point in my life where I can’t fight anymore.
So I’m forced to buck up,
Or I get lost finding that “new beginning” door.
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