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she's a fighter, she's been fighting all her life; she's fought off those boys that just want to
get in her pants. she's fought off the people who said she didn't have a chance. she was
going to be somebody and that was a fact. see she's destined to be the worlds champ. she
had plans to go head to head with layla ali. but then reality hit her way under the belt. she
never gave up she kept fightin' and fightin'. but she went soft on 'em kid, and he kept coming
strong. first and second round you know who it was all about. but it must have caught up
cause third round it knocked her out. he hit her with something she couldn't beat. he beat the
worlds champ, he figures he got it made. because the champ was just given aids. she can
fight all she want, she can swing left and she can swing right. but the truth of the matter is
the champ got beat tonight.
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i just want to go somewhere where i can be free. somewhere where i can be me. i'm tired of
people always putting me down. im tired of people telling me im doing nothing. when really
im doing a whole lot of something. but you just cant see... i just need to go somewhere
where i can find me....i need some space....some time to myself because right about now,
right about this time. i think i'm going to lose my mind. im so irritable, so aggitated and if i
dont get my space...i feel like i might just hurt someone feeling some one close to
me...because they just might push the wrong button at the wrong time... and i dont want to
say something i might regret. sometimes they say the best medicine to cure a unhappy
person is friends but maybe sometimes the best way to cure yourself is to be by yourself all
alone and sometimes i think thats just what i need is to be by myself let me clear my
head.....i just need some clarity some understanding but i cant do that when i have people in
my ear 24/7 and they just wont shut up...i cant even find the mute button....im lost in this
crazy little thing called my life .....and i just want some peace and quit....dont want to see or
hear nobody just for one day....thats all i want is to be alone for one day. peace and
quiet ....just the thought of it sounds so sweet peace & quiet.....
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i'm steadily gasping for the breath to breathe.thats when i realize your the one i need.only
your salavation can set me free.lord please, redeem me from the life i lead.i act like im so
stong.i convince myself that i'm not wrong.that i can do it on my own.and it's when i find my
self alone.no friends. no family. not connected to anyone.just on my own. when i know i need
you i'm drowning on dry land. i'm suffocating in a world full of air. but i'm scared to reach out
to grab your hand. i ask beckonly whats you plan? why when you urge me to put it out, i
take it back so quickly....is it that i'm scared to let you lead? why? when it was for me you
bleed.Why can't i take that step...youre right there...in front of me...i'm blinded by the light,
but still its you that i see. i've heard all that you can do...but still my feet wont move.is it that
i made my self so strong, i wont take the walk to make me stronger? impossible because i've
felt you when i was hurting...it was you helped me up before i fell..lord why is it so hard to
breathe...is it cause of the life i lead, cause i dont share, cause i feel left out, cause of my
questions? lord i'm gasping, please give me the air.the water is flling my lungs.....soons as it
it gets near empty it feels up again...what am i doing wrong???
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its funnny how we say were best friends forever
when we treat our friendship like whatever.
it trips me out how im the only one who calls, even just to say hi.
but if i dont make the effort, my phone wont even ring one time.
why am i the only making plans for us to hang out.
i say we should all get togeher and watch movies and cook or somethin'.
but when that time comes ur a no show..
cant even call and let me know ur not gonna go.
so i find it funny how its so easy for u to diss me...
maybe i should give up, stop callig, stop making plans.
its not like were even gonna go threw with them.
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Behind the scenes, im putting my mask on.
what is this,
don't want this,
i hate this ,
but this is my life.
i'm tired of this show.
Can't stand bitting my tounge when i wanna go.
She huffin' and puffin' like she wanna blow.
But if she keep pushin' imma choke her out yo.
I feel like bawling.
wait- is that my curtain i hear calling?
time to fight back these tears again.
can't feel helpless or hopeless.
cuz that means letting the metal break the skin again.
i'm suppose to play this girl that is strong.
but that title is too much for me to own.
on the inside im like glass easily broken.
but the rock on the outside wont let those words be spoken.
I can't hack it, can't take it, i'm stiff.
I'm scared of heights but i'm heading for the cliffs.
slash marks against the wrist.
she bleeds about, to let the feelings out.
shoves them in a bottle and ships them out.
she's gonna self-distruct.
cuz in this world she don't know who to trust.
shes tired of playing an act, she cant hack.
so she's standing in the middle of the stage calling the curtains back......
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I hate this, I'm going crazy, I'm finally breaking down I'm suppose to be this solider who
never blows her compolser. but its hard taking it all in and not saying anything back I'm tired
of not speaking up....I'm tired of not fighting back. the criticism, the ridicule I'm tired of all
that.....I just don't think I can deal no more. I'm tired of being treated like a kid, I'm tired of
being treated like the one that will never amount to anything, this solider isn't going to put up
with it. its too much and I'm sick of it. I'm falling all apart and there's no one there to put the
pieces back together, im tired of getting hurt but im also tired of hiding the pain. I' tired of
staring into the faces of those who want to see me fail, this solider is going to stand up and
speak her mind....this solider is tired of pretending to be happy when she just wants to
scream, yell, shout it all out shes tired of not being heard, no one listen's, well like beyonce
said "you should have listened". cause know im sorry to say but this solider is tired and no
longer will she not be heard, no longer will she be criticse and just let it go.....
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Four walls, no doors.
no windows, air vents smaller than pores.
theres a cell phone but no reception.
reflectin' back on what u thought was true but was really just deception.
u tried to reach out but was afraid of rejection.
but truth was your to unique for anyone one to be acceptin'.
the place you slept in.
was as cold as the hearts u was let in.
u gave and gave and they took and took.
till ur kindness was used all up.
ur in a drought.
u try to reach about.
u pick up the phone, but its out.
there no use.
ur life has no purpose.
was meant to be noithin'.
be steady frontin'.
peeps see life as a game but its somethin'.
a game shes longing to play but cant find the power.
Just these four walls and no windows.
no doors, vents no one can fit through.
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