I cannot find this place. They didn't even leave a trace.
Will anyone ever miss me when I leave this planet? The problem with you… you just want to see me pregnant.
I seem to find no answers just more questions, but see that’s where I make the corrections.
Who can I talk to? Obviously it's not you. You left me, you hung up when I called, but see, you’ll be the one to fall.
Can anyone hear me? No, it's just me I see. My own mind judges me and even more so than the world. They say I'm a screwed up little girl.
I run to help those in need and run to anybody with ears, but still you do not hear? When it’s my turn to speak, you gave me a kiss on my cheek didn’t even let me speak.
Who can hear my cries? Strangers will throw me out with the flies. Everything doesn’t come with a prize. I'm here searching looking for my answers to my questions.
I try to escape from my shame that is my destiny.
This feeling that I know is real, these cards that I cannot deal. When will I learn to learn and when will I learn not to lean, but lean on my own shoulders because now I'm wiser and much older.
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