January 8, 2011
when I was young I used to believe, now I am old the dreams are just make believe, I seam to hide the tears in me, you don't believe me, when you see me do you realize the rain that carries in my heart, it is just like the sun can shine when your not here, the rain begins when you bear to hear, it brings me down to hear the beat, is it just because i am weak? my rhymes are bad it is just how I feel, you are you are not real it is just how I feel, I write about life to make me feel good, but as you can tell it don't help if I still feel left out, all my friends disagree, put it all on me, people think i am emo we know, who cares if I am emo just let me be you know....

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