November 10, 2009
You have to think
of what will happen,
of where you'll be,
of who'll you meet.
The mistakes you'll make,
the hearts you'll break,
the dreams you'll crash,
the loves you'll pass,
the times you'll cry,
when you say goodbye.
when you wonder why,
you want to die,
why god chose you ,
to wear those shoes,
to walk the earth,
ever since birth.
You'll dream of me,
of who you'll be,
and of who you'll meet.
it's all the same,
with or without fame,
when your stabbed with a knife,
you'll realize it's all just LIFE.

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