What's Wrong With Me
On the tips of ny toes,
There's success that i push
In each an every step
That i take day an night,
Deep down inside from the
Shadow of my heart there's
Hate,nothing call love,
Actual what's wrong with me
Each an every breath that i take in,
I take somebody's smile
An give her only tears...i don't
Understand,what's wrong with me
Each an every heart that i hold
I turn it into a glass an start put
Some cracks on it then i break it...
I think something wrong with me
Am in a dark hole
Where there's no light,oh Lord
Pull me up...i want direction,
Am tired of hating your people
Copyright © Roughneck Tsepo Malaza | Year Posted 2018
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