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Life
0 ReviewsLife can be a struggle, with no hope how are you suppose to cope.
Life
Life is too precious to waste; it's like a picture,
Life is the paste that never breaks unless you make it. You need to act your age until your gray, but be yourself along the way.
It can be helped if you're down, that frown can once be turned upside down. Life can be hurtful and cruel,
Because your not living life to the full.
Life can be a disaster in the making, but that is because you're not giving always taking.
You might feel you can't go on, that last little step, but you made a promise, that you said you'd kept.
Life can be a struggle, with no hope how are you suppose to cope.
Life can also be like a rubber band, if you stretch it too far it can break, but it can be sometimes fixed by memories you might make.
You can face your fears, with a helping hand; you'll come out the other end, feeling grand.
Life is too precious to waste; it's like a picture,
Life is the paste that never breaks unless you make it. You need to act your age until your gray, but be yourself along the way.
It can be helped if you're down, that frown can once be turned upside down. Life can be hurtful and cruel,
Because your not living life to the full.
Life can be a disaster in the making, but that is because you're not giving always taking.
You might feel you can't go on, that last little step, but you made a promise, that you said you'd kept.
Life can be a struggle, with no hope how are you suppose to cope.
Life can also be like a rubber band, if you stretch it too far it can break, but it can be sometimes fixed by memories you might make.
You can face your fears, with a helping hand; you'll come out the other end, feeling grand.
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