My Life Is So Hard
You are an arrow and I am a bird
God shot the arrow right into my heart
Now I am wounded but you don’t wanna treat me
I am dying of pain but you don’t care baby
Now money is the most important factor
But I am poor; you are my only doctor
Still I bleed and it seems I will run out of blood
But there’s no one to help me my life is so hard
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