Sorrow
my life is filled with sorow
cant wait till the day tomorrow
i live my life in shame
because people treat my love as it was a game
i try my best to be the real me
but no one knows what i see
i live my life day by day
hearing people say
"thats life"
yes, i know but it feels like a stab from a knife
i cry to myself in shame and regret
why do i feel this pain, thats what i dont get...
why do we live like this?
Copyright © Liz Norsic | Year Posted 2005
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