My Life
MY LIFE
I’M TIRED OF THIS THING CALLED LIFE
MY PROBLEMS I CANT SOLVE
CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I AM READY TO DIE
BUT DEATH WILL END IT ALL
GLANCING BACK ON YEARS THAT’S OLE
NOW I CAN HONESTLY SAY
AS A CHILD I TREASURED LIFE
I REALLY DO MISS THOSE DAYS
WHY IS LIFE SO MEANINGLESS
FOR THAT’S ONE THING I WILL NEVER KNOW
BEING BORN SO DELICATE SMOOTH
AND DYING WITHERED OLD
MAYBE THINGS IN LIFE THAT IS A HASSLE
I MIGHT AS WELL LET THEM GO
FOR I MGHT NOT DIE JUST SO SOON
I MIGHT LIVE TO BE GRAY-HAIRED OLE
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