i write songs here is one.
in this life the untold stories seem to fill the world with lies.
if we sit here watching the world, we may never know where to go---.
i lived life to the fullest, i tried to do no wrong.
i sat by my family and my friends through out their lives.
but when they are gone
my life seems to have no more meaning
so mant truths so many lives.
if this is how thing are to go
mabe thing should no longer flow.
at time is wonder what i belive is the truth of a lie
people tell which way i should go some times it seems there is no way to go~o.
By: xXkohanXx
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the story of a girl made of paper.
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