Hung up the phone
tear running down my face
wiping them off as i go downstairs
check my email, tell my friends
the disaster you just made
one of whom tells me what happened
tell be your no better man
gives me the strenght that i needed
to survive one more day
and as the days passed by
the sun still shines
and then i breathe and feel alive
nd all your lies just melt away
knowing that something better will come ahead
this is easy the story just ended
i keep telling everybody around
my face bright and smiling so often
they don't even realize something's wrong
and at the end of the day i lay on my bed
wishing that things will go down my way
holding on to everything else i know
falling asleep was i watch a good show
and as the days passed by
the sun still shines
and then i breathe and fell alive
and all your lies just melt away
knowing that something better will come ahead
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Intresting poem, miss D. Yeah it's me here. Ely.
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