If It's Broke, Fix It!
Looking in the mirror
(I think somehow it broke)
But think I will choose life
Instead of just plain croak!
Thinking of insanity
Somehow became a passion
But get rid of those thoughts
I think they're out of fashion!
Able to live; able to thrive
Praise the Lord; I'm still alive!
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