Love
Sometimes I think I am going crazy,
I look around sometimes its so hazy
and nothing looks the same
I don’t know where I should go,
Do I trust the ones I don’t know?
sometimes all I feel is the shame
Who are we to question why
who gets to live who gets to die?
Who we love and for why?
Love is a force that cant be stopped
Like the player’s feet who carried the man
that carried the ball that couldn’t be dropped
Love is a force that cant be stopped
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