Name Is Past
My heart seemed crushed at the age 17
Everybody always say Kym it's gone get better
Before I get to ask anyone they fade away
I always never seem get to ask the question : what it mean?
When no one care how do we suppose to feel
Depressed
Same thing over and over make me more stressed
What am I suppose to do when life gets hard; not easy
I feel loosed out of control
I feel only side you see is the real side
The truth is when she left and when he left I loosed my soul
I wish they come
I try to respect I try to change
Now it seem I try to loose you and you keep coming back
Seem like caring is what you lack
Why must it be me? Why must you be all up in my head?
At night before I lay down you make me sad because, you be in my bed
I only can make you as long as I think about it, you can last
I wish you go away
You is : My Past
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