Why? When? Where? How?
How do I express my opinions when there is no one around?
How do I look up, When I cant help but look down?
When can I be right when im always wrong?
When can I put up a fight when the only thing I do is write songs?
Why am I never happy and Im always hurt?
Why does love luster when it can barely be lurked?
Where is someone when i need there help?
Where is my life cause this life im in is so hard to be dealt?
Why does a happy baby always seem to cry? or
When a healed mother has passion to die.
Love and happiness comes in a million forms, but it can rarely happen if your deeply torn.
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