I keep telling myself,
2 keep telling myself,
That leaving is the best thing 2 do,
So I keep telling myself,
2 keep telling myself,
That I'll be able 2 make it thru,
So many faces,places 2 go,
So many games & lies,
how do u know what's really real,
Lies upon lies u can count them 4 hours,
4evers turn in2 1 night stands,
Nothings like it used 2 be,
So I keep telling myself,
2 keep telling myself,
That leaving is the best thing 2 do,
And I keep telling myself,
2 keep telling myself,
That I'll be able 2 make it thru,
But that man in the mirror,
Don't always believe me,
He's scared and he's nervous,
He don't know how 2 be free,
We say it's the best,
But is this the best,
I keep telling myself 2 smile my best smile,
2 be strong 4 once,
It's gonna take a while,
Lies upon lies,
U can count them 4 hours,
Nothing's like it used 2 be...
I think that your experiences are shining through in your poetry and it's making it very powerful sir.
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