Some days my Mind is Dark.
Sometimes I'm Filled with Stress.
They tell me the Best is Yet to Come.
But, Everyday is just like the rest.
So I sit back and Think.
Should I really be doing this.
My past haunts me.
Looking over my shoulder with a Cold Blank Stair.
I wonder do you love me ,
Like I love you.
Do you care for me like I do you .
Can you see the passion that we Once had.
Or does it just fade away.
I wonder if part of being ,
a man is making a mistake
And learning from it ,
why do people look down on us.
We are imperfect .
But you talk about me like you know me.
You act like you been in my shoes.
You pretend to feel my pain.
All the Crying ,Lies,and Fighting,
No words can ever express how I feel.
I wonder where I would be, if I never kept it real.
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