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Every minute of my life feels like a waste of time
I throw away one second then I can't rhyme
When I write it, it's not the picture in my mind
It's stressing just to think First its there then in a blink
It's all gone
It fells all wrong
Sometimes I want to be alone but everyone is there
And sometimes I just don't know where
Writing is my only way to be free
This is the way to tell about me
These words come from the heart.

Some don't understand how i feel
When their going through it and not being real
I just want to be myself
I don't want the fame or the wealth
When I look in the mirror you know what I see?
A little lost; did I know it was me?
These words come from the soul.