My Life

As I’m sitting here sad
I’m imagining my life
Is it good, is it bad
Why is there so much grief?

I’m imaging my life
As it passes before my eyes
Why is there so much grief?
I watch all of the cries

As It passes before my eyes
It swirls like a ribbon or a bow
I watch all of the cries
As the hurt comes I flow

It swirls like a ribbon or a bow
It makes me happy again
As the hurt comes I flow
Sitting here in this den





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