The Way I Feel
Everyday I’m being used,
It makes me very confused,
Am I really no good?
I only wish I could,
Change my past,
Or move now by fast,
So no one will see,
And hear my plea,
That I hate it here,
Wishing for another year,
Of new ways,
And no more dismays,
People who’s all around,
Bring me down to the ground,
While I’m rising to the top,
They tell me it has to stop,
Over and over trying again,
Even though this causes me pain,
I mustin’ fall apart,
But make a new start.
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