When I look up at the sky,
And down at the floor
I know that I been here before.
Not once, but twice.
Now here I am again
So now it is three times in.
I wonder how should I act
And how should I compose myself?
Without putting myself through so much hell.
Love once and get yourself hurt.
Then time makes you become so dumb
That you can't love, because you're so numb.
How can I cope with all of this
When it is so hard to deal with,
But then I guess tomorrow I will live.
Because When I look up at the sky,
And down at the floor
I know that I been here before.
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i love the words you have penned
and the meaning to your thoughts
well done and thank you for sharing your work
Hugs Angel♥
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