My life is a complication,
But I still stand strong and live,
I hide behind this curtain of the happy life, As I hide I cry each day with questions,
Will my life get better?
I find some hope inside of me,
Some how I believe I have a purpose in living,
My life may be a complication,
I can stand against my struggle,
Many roads and path ways to go down,
But will I choose the right one?
My life is a complication.

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