Life To Me
I don't like to sleep... Alone that is
Daydreamers think... Too long that is, for their sake
Days as short as the lives of greats
We miss the mistakes because of the stakes we raise
Watched not raised we forgot to praise but prey
We became when we lost for what we came
Did that title make you a name
Or did that title take the place of your name
In that case
Who are you
Not what do you do, but rather what makes you do
What puts you at ease
What is it about all your dreams
That helps u survive and believe
Cry and then Bleed
Lie and then cheat
U can deny your defeat but
Pain ant nothin but ah past time for me
It hurts so good, I must be alive, what ah life for me
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