There is today, tomorrow is a waste.
Why do they say life is a game you play.
Do they really think I’m okay.
While I’m walking further down the line.
Telling them I am fine, I will be alright.
But all I tell them is a lie.
Because I refuse to get abused another time.
I will drink another glass of wine.
There is no sign to tell that I define.
It’s my life, I take my knife and cut my mind.
But this, this is a lie.
What I do is my choice.
I spoke when I didn’t have a voice.
Turned down all noise and now I am destroyed.
Look into my eyes, look at the lies.
I still tell you I’m fine.
While I get abused by a guy.
After all I pay I get this prize.
I don’t want his replies or advice.
He told me he tries, I ask the whys.
Get used to the goodbyes.
One day I will be gone.
Because in my head there was a storm.
You realize you’re wrong, because I tried.
I don’t wanna be tied, so I decide.
We both lied, this is my last goodbye.
I will be alright, I will be fine.
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