Make Me Or Break Me
Make Me, or Break Me
People come in and out of my life,
So why put up a fight
I can’t change the fact
That there it isn’t no turning back.
People are like trees fall like the leaves, realize what they had and try to grow back.
This is my story I made mistake that didn’t make me or break me or break me.
Still moving on, and some people hate to see me.
Yes I have my flaws, but I still get applause.
You can’t stop me not even with your claws.
Some people are like seasons, they’re only around for one reason.
Some are like roots, start growing and regroup.
Some are like the stomp, very hard to bump.
Others are around for a lifetime, and when I'm gone I hope they still singing the same rhyme.
The past is history.
The future is a mystery.
I’m here right now, it don’t matter if you agree.
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