Hurt

by megan   Jun 19, 2004


The highs to high,
The lows to low.
Life is slowly,
Taking its toll.
I cant take much more,
Its getting harder to fight.
Each and everyday,
I lose more sleep every night.
up a lot of the night,
Tired all day.
When will this,
Ever go my way.
Losing the fight,
To keep holding on.
Losing my grip,
Getting harder to hold on.
I cant take much more of this,
I want to fall apart.
And dig myself a little hole,
This wont always hurt your heart.

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