Mar 14, 2004 22:48
What makes me think that it will all work out in the end, afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong, just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long, Is this helping, I'm growing weaker each day, can't stop whinning, still afraid of what I might say, Or reactions that control us one and all, It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make my self, inside we all know only the strong survive, why don't you think about that, So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again, it seems I trusted another deceitful friend, my fault, should've known the deal, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, for real, Seems easy, but nothing can be so hard, trying to guess life's dealing what's next card, I'm surely folding, I don't like this hand at allIt's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make my self, inside we all know only the strong survive, keep those eyes wide open, here comes the blindside, maybe things happen for a reason and wherin lies the answer, To overcome the grieving of life's unruly lessons I'm handed in succession, it builds my pain which makes me strong, It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make my self, inside we all know only the strong survive, why don't you think about that.
-Flaw, "Only the strong survive"