Maybe too late Part II
marshall 1327
Why we can't enjoy each moment? Instead enjoy only we take a torment And everybody aloof You stay on the roof Looking down and think bout suicide To prevent so pathetic dramma show me your inside Im not your foe although im boor the thing is Im not hope to someone, I demonstrate middle finger So because of my demonstration look I stay alone And I thank you all to endured me bastard so long Listen Khack I confess Im like walking shit I lose control but I know only can lead Me, cause you go back me even from the hell You aren't holy too, but come back listen my yell Listen my soul, my queen with your green eyes Did I ever told you nonsense or cheep lie? No, you are my soul you know you are my sole Im sincerely but somewhere I couldn't control My nervous, at length look it  I'm on the knees I lose the war, showing white flag, screaming "peace" You older me, I love you if you can one more see What happening in my inside, and look how I plead You forgive me, don't crash me finally please Don't beat me with your word-knife  don't squeeze Maybe really late, and I dont worth your mercy You forgave me twise or more  and I'll waiting for you here..
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Behind your back people are talking Using words that cut you down to size You want to fight back It's building inside you Holding you up Taking you hostage It's worth fighting for They'll try to take your pride Try to take your soul They'll try to take all the control They'll look you in the eyes Fill you full of lies Believe me they're gonna try So when you're feeling crazy And things fall apart Listen to your head Remember who you are You're the one You're the unbreakable heart
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