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Created on: July 11, 2008
Long ago I promised myself two things
Two things I swore I would never do
One, never take my life for granted
Two, never grow up to be like you
I've watched you paint on a smile
When you should've been shedding tears
You don't dare show your weakness
Your insecurities or your fears
You have raised me to be independent
The type that doesn't need a man
But the independent type that's
scared to ask you for a helping hand
You took your anger out on me
you knew I wouldn't fight back
you beat me up with your words
When I would've rathar have takin'a smack
You found the weak within me
and you rubbed it in my face
Pieces of my heart you've damaged
which you cannot replace
I prayed as I grew older
we'd find a common ground
but no, a mutual understanding
was even harder to be found
You tried molding me into
this person I never became
you had this unrealistic person in mind
since the day you gave me a name
But how could I feel bitter
towards someone who gave me life?
you even left your own country
to be a mother and a wife
I wanted to be nothing like you
because I know thats what u wanted
To see a reflection of yourself
Your heart would be forever haunted
I dont blame you for anything
You did what you thought was right
I just wish you'd come out of your darkness
So you can finally see the light
We've all been patiently waiting for you
to just let us in
If u wanna battle this world alone
In this lifetime, you're not going to win
If anything were to happen to me
and it was my time to go
I wouldnt trade my life for anyones
that's what I'd want you to know
Tomorrow we could be gone
One day one of us may perish
God only knows how long our stay is
Our time together we must cherish
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