Tired of his face
as our arms lace
Tired of my cry's
as he said he try's
Tired of his voice
as we had the choice
Tired of the lie's
as my heart Die's
Tired of the good
as I look at his mood
no more I can't take it
I can't do it
he has pushed my done
and help me up just to push me down again
it happens over and over again
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Eyes Of The World Of Souls Part 2
PoetryIt about me I have been through a lot but no know cause no cares It sad for me causei see no one cares for even thinks about me some times it truly hard
