This is my own way

Some days I wonder what I've become, what I've done,

And maybe this day is the day Satan has finally won.

Some days I struggle with the idea of not knowing how to play,

...This game of life, it never seems goes the same way.


I never have been the girl to talk about guys or fake a smile,

...But every once in a while, I face a trial.

Because I'm addicted to the feeling of taking the lead, hating the greed,

Being in charge of my own path, solution to my own math is being all I need.

I struggle to contain, burst in pain,

It's the worst strain to cry,

I'm shy held down by my own chain, that's how I'll die.

Some days I despise my youth, hate the truth like it's just deadly,

Maybe I'm distraught because I fought life's song of a true medley.

Some days I'm tired of being the roll model or the type of leader,

The "Innocent child", no thoughts of wild, but my hearts a bleeder.

I never have been the one to live in the now, or deceive those I hold dear,

... But every once in a while, I become what I most fear.

Because I'm addicted to the feeling of taking the lead, hating the greed Being in charge of my own path, solution to my own math is being all I need. I struggle to contain, burst in pain, It's the worst strain to cry, I'm shy held down by my own chain, that's how I'll die.

I'm not the broken, I'm the hate, thoughts never spoken, ANGER IS MY FATE!!

It's just me, no one else, I'LL NEVER BUST FREE!!

I won't change, stay out of my range, my heart will whither to dust see...

Because I'm addicted to the feeling of taking the lead, hating the greed Being in charge of my own path, solution to my own math is being all I need. I struggle to contain, burst in pain, It's the worst strain to cry, I'm shy held down by my own chain, that's how I'll die.

I wish I could tell you I'd try to open some day...

But this game of life, well this is my own way.





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