My life is changing!
I am begging, I need help give me hope!
Dying is my fear, I keep my tears from slipping down,
I keep my heart from breaking down...
Why am I doing this?
Why am I changing?
Why am I begging for trouble?
Why is there a space in my head like an empty bubble?
Ask me this I'll tell you why, just give me some time to make another rhyme.
by: Christian Manzanares
reason: thinking and bored.
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