Hoes became foes. Memories became history. Fights leads to pain.
Pain leads to wounds. Wounds heal. But that still does not change
the way I feel. As I cried myself to sleep my heart Slowly became
weak. Am I not worth any pain? Am I not worth any tears?... Hoes
became your friends. When I was there it all depends. Hugs and
kisses over the phone. But less did you know that you Turned my
heart into cold stone. Ferry tails in books Reality is where I am
True love and life in the one Fake friends and death in the other
Sorrows may just get you down But be sure to just get back up Even
if its the hardest thing to do ...
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