I swear sometimes I can't take it.
Sometimes I gotta fake it just to make it.
Make it through the darkest days.
Sometimes I wish I could change but I'm stuck in my ways.
This life of mine is like a roller-coaster ride.
Up to the top and back down again.
At the top of the hill the fall is further.
Why does my manic depression have such a fervor?
Seems like I've been searching for peace forever without looking inside of myself to find it.
The past is the past, why must I rewind it?
What could of been love.
Was just life don't you see?
What could of been peace.
Was interpreted to be insanity.
Don't give up its not too late.
You can find peace without living life on your knees.
©budmac38
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