I know that I've screwed up
Its hard when that shits around
I feel really bad now
because I've let you down

How can I let you know
I want to be so much more
All the things you deserve
Everything you've been looking for

I want to make you happy
Like a blessing from above
I want you to feel it from head to toe
Nothing but my love

I really am sorry
That I've screwed up again
I just have to keep fighting
Because I believe one day I'll win

I know I've really hurt you
This in turn hurts me
If only I could be stronger
And the person you want me to be

I will keep trying
Fighting the fight
Praying you don't give up on me
While I'm trying to get it right
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Live is a fcuked up virtual world. The end is so near, yet so far. How I wish I could end it all, this shit, this suffering, the end of life.
The days on my fcuked up schedule is INEVITABLY packed with bands practices for SYF. Like wtf?! Mondays to Saturdays, 6 days in a week, after school till 9pm. What's more fcuked up is that, I fcuking live in the north east, and like 80% of band ppl live in the west? Like wtf?! Imagine reaching home at 11pm every night and with homework at your head level. 1 word, Bravo. Teachers wants us to put in our best, but seriously, this is not about putting in out best, it's about whether its going to be effective. We do not have the comfort of living in the west, neither a car that will bring us home withing half an hour. After a day packed full of school, band comes, and transport home. The body tires out every night, well, I could bet that even before SYF, my fellow battle mates will soon die off of exhaustion. Well, my mama will be furious of course, let's see how.