Sometimes I cry when I am on my own...
tears flow down and they take no form..
Death is comfort in a world of pain..
Life is worthless when there's nothing to gain...
Lost in the whrilwind, swept up by the storm..
when my heart stops beating I can finally move on...
driving in the fastlane I am not going to slow down...
doesnt matter cause only God can judge me now
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I've given up control of my destiny..
going with the flow, follow the river up stream
If I should die, at least I followed my dream
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