Battle of Life
Nothing hits you harder than life
it is a match Mayweather might not even want to fight
'cause these emotions and feelings control your thoughts
so in my mind I get lost in these mental battles I've fought
you tell yourself, "you'll be fine
it'll just take a little time"
and time does heal all
but when I'm bruised to the bone will I still stand tall?
or will I fold, will I fall like autumn?
will I be bold? Even when I hit rock bottom?
truth be told I'm far from perfect
made some decisions I thought were worth it
taking shots to the face and Ls to my soul
trying to find the missing pieces to make my life a whole
but things change
and this puzzle rearranged
now I'm stuck thinking, "man will things ever be the same?"
probably not but I can't lose hope
because once that is gone all I'll have are these notes
I leak out my thoughts, I flood out my pain
so I drown in my feelings in an attempt to stay sane
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