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[sheera529]

perhaps it's the weather
perhaps it's my life
perhaps it's these so called friends
perhaps it's the wine

but here goes to giving
here goes to helping
here goes to honesty
here goes to living

they say that these things
make you rich in love
but all i can ever see
is a slap in the face and a dirty glove

their life stains rub off on me
i cant seem to get quite clean
their troubles seem to suffocate me
their smiles seem to get so mean

especially you, yes you the selfish one
you say had it not been for me, you'd be dead
well how can i give you
till i feel welcomed, loved and no longer alone

see my shoulders are getting tired
this burden i cannot bear
see, i cant tiptoe any longer
waiting for your stare

anyone can see it, just how much i give
anyone can feel it, just how much i try
anyone can hear me, how i sing melodies to you
anyone cant care now, whether i die or live...