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Sometimes, it just becomes too much to handle. Sometimes it's just not fair.
I just want to wake up tomorrow and not be upset.
"How she wishes it was different.
She prays to God most every night.
And though she swears it doesn’t listen,
There’s still a hope in her it might.
She says, “I pray;
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place”..."
I just want to wake up tomorrow and not be upset.
"How she wishes it was different.
She prays to God most every night.
And though she swears it doesn’t listen,
There’s still a hope in her it might.
She says, “I pray;
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place”..."