Teary eyes
Filled with emptiness that can't be described
Memories I've been tortured by
Cruel words were hurled at me, taken in my pride.
Teary eyes.
Filled with sadness.
Taken me down in some destructive madness
So I keep telling them a million lies.
The truth is..
It's like I died so many times.
If only I could turn back the time.
To release my self from what's got me tied.
I have to remain myself in believing that I will find someday some healing in what life has me prescribed..
But to then I hold on to what I feel like is right.
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