who i am
confusion and drama,
do they always have to surround me?
why cant i live on in peace,
maybe a little quiet.
why do i always give my heart out?
just to have it broken again,
thats just the way it is.
most of the time.
sometimes i enjoy being able to love,
but i know it will always come crushing down,
proving just that it can.
life telling me i should never give my heart.
but i do anyway.
i sit there and give my heart away,
i cant help it
its who i am.
most of the time.
sometimes i can forget
not often
maybe once or twice
i cant help it.
its who i am
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savannah12posted on 11/07/2009
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