My Life

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All my life I was
An angel, but when I
Hit fifth grade
A devil sick of
Being named called
Sick of being pushed around

I was, I was

All my life I wanted
To go back
But never could
I wanted more
Those who had betrayed me
I was sick of that

I was, I was

All my life I was
Sick of a lot of the troubles
I couldn’t go back when I
Wanted to, now that proves that
I need help

I do, I do





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