My Life, My way and Myself.
My Life.
Nowhere near as bad as those who are starving.
Nowhere near as bad as those who are at war.
Nowhere near as bad as those who will never be able to live life.
Just so bad that I myself would'nt want to stay.
My Way.
Which way? My way is a straight line that leads to nowhere.
Myself.
I'm just a girl who makes it hard for myself.
Without courage, without a soul. Crushed like a mirror.
My joy of life and soul died when I saw that they were
all those others who survived. My phobia for life.
I'm not as pretty as I wish.
I'm not as happy as I wish.
I'm not the way I want,
I am myself.
Deep inside my heart is broken.
My Way.
Which way? My way is a straight line that leads to nowhere.
Myself.
I'm just a girl who makes it hard for myself.
Without courage, without a soul. Crushed like a mirror.
My joy of life and soul died when I saw that they were
all those others who survived. My phobia for life.
I'm not as pretty as I wish.
I'm not as happy as I wish.
I'm not the way I want,
I am myself.
Deep inside my heart is broken.
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