My Rock
i got all these problems an it never gets easier
i let go a little more each day then the issues only become deeper
gettin uh job
ya collection that pay
my life still sucks
im not to happy
cant complain
things are starting to turn around
but one thrown rock could bring the glass house down
wouldn't really bother me
just to no she's happy will be the death of me
the more i think
the less i care
everything reminds me of how it used to be
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