Feelings Of A Haunted Past

Location

London
U.K
United Kingdom

(Dashes equal a beat)

I think of my life and I always wonder why -

every time I do, I always want to cry.

It's falling apart and sometimes I think I want to die -

but most of the time I know that’s just another lie.

 

I know that I'm sad but I'm not about to quit.

I'll fight through it all, even if I get hit.

I hold on to the hope, that I'll make it through the pain.

Even though it hurts and it's driving me insane.

 

- I'll make it through to live another day.

-- By Aurora Faustini

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Auora Faustini

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