A New Woman
WHY IN MY LIFE
Everyday is so wonderful then suddenly i find it hard to breathe.
So afraid, so much hurt pain, temptation an desires heating up over me.
I am not a pot.
Please don't get too hot.
Every now and then i get so ashamed and so insecure.
Like i can never find a cure.
Nothing seemed to feel right.
Everything i saw and felt was blinding my slight.
Hitting my heart hard.
I felt so bard.
I felt i was not beautiful and so ugly and so not that nice.
Only deep inside i learned my beauty was.
Friends stick into their own worlds, some stick into their own wounds their own minds and doom.
Their to start the fume.
Everyone looking at them and guys saying they are so gorgeous and love their perfume.
One's i lent them, other friends may say thank you, but it's her you should be thanking.
I was so wrapped up agony, it wrapped me and suffocated me it still does at times i can die from the pain.
So lame so hurting me.
I tried so hard to find out the emptiness and all the pieces are lost and so am i.
I can never finish the puzzle, so confusing.
Fire can't understand, and water won't wash away my life long suffering heart pain.
It's suffered enough why should it suffer more.
Everyone is so delirious.
So i stand here in my room.
They're are in their doom.
I cry, they laugh.
That is the way it ends, me with the greatness inside and no way out of this mess.
So afraid, so much hurt pain, temptation an desires heating up over me.
I am not a pot.
Please don't get too hot.
Every now and then i get so ashamed and so insecure.
Like i can never find a cure.
Nothing seemed to feel right.
Everything i saw and felt was blinding my slight.
Hitting my heart hard.
I felt so bard.
I felt i was not beautiful and so ugly and so not that nice.
Only deep inside i learned my beauty was.
Friends stick into their own worlds, some stick into their own wounds their own minds and doom.
Their to start the fume.
Everyone looking at them and guys saying they are so gorgeous and love their perfume.
One's i lent them, other friends may say thank you, but it's her you should be thanking.
I was so wrapped up agony, it wrapped me and suffocated me it still does at times i can die from the pain.
So lame so hurting me.
I tried so hard to find out the emptiness and all the pieces are lost and so am i.
I can never finish the puzzle, so confusing.
Fire can't understand, and water won't wash away my life long suffering heart pain.
It's suffered enough why should it suffer more.
Everyone is so delirious.
So i stand here in my room.
They're are in their doom.
I cry, they laugh.
That is the way it ends, me with the greatness inside and no way out of this mess.
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WHY IN MY LIFE
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