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What is it that makes us cry?
What is it that makes us laugh?
It's the feelings that we have on an everyday pattern
that confuse us even more.
Will they ever go away....
We pray they do.
When can this pit in my stomach
finally relieve itself?
It seems to go away when we drift off to sleep,
When we finally get away from it all and imagine a life the way we want it to be.
Do others deal with this?
It seems like I'm alone.
Sometimes I want to leave and never come back,
But we're always afraid to take that first step.
Would someone take my hand,
And tell me it will be okay?
The way I used to be cared for,
Seems like it was only a dream.
A possible dream? Another life?
It's something we all wish for sometime in our life.
Is it something we want permanant?
For a day, a month, a year?
You have to be true to yourself in everything you do,
and more and more, I'm finding Im not apart of this world.
For when I indulge myself in certain situations,
the void in my life grows more and more.
What is it that makes us laugh?
It's the feelings that we have on an everyday pattern
that confuse us even more.
Will they ever go away....
We pray they do.
When can this pit in my stomach
finally relieve itself?
It seems to go away when we drift off to sleep,
When we finally get away from it all and imagine a life the way we want it to be.
Do others deal with this?
It seems like I'm alone.
Sometimes I want to leave and never come back,
But we're always afraid to take that first step.
Would someone take my hand,
And tell me it will be okay?
The way I used to be cared for,
Seems like it was only a dream.
A possible dream? Another life?
It's something we all wish for sometime in our life.
Is it something we want permanant?
For a day, a month, a year?
You have to be true to yourself in everything you do,
and more and more, I'm finding Im not apart of this world.
For when I indulge myself in certain situations,
the void in my life grows more and more.