NO AMOUNT OFF WORDS CAN EXLAINE
ALL THE HURT AN PAIN I'V BEEN THROW IN MY LIFE
BUT YET IN STILL I WRITE


WILL IT EVER BE OKAY
FIGHT TO SERVIVE EVERDAY
IT HURTS IN EVERY WAY
TO THE MOST HIGH I PRAY
TAKE THE MEMORIES AWAY
BUT YET IN STILL THEY STAY


CAN I CALL THIS SOME BAD LUCK
I FELL LIKE A SITTING DUCK
BUT YET AND STILL I'M STUCK

FEELING THE PAIN INSIDE
SOMETIMES I WANT TO DIE
BUT YET IN STILL I CONFIDE

IN THE WORDS THAT I RECITE
IF ONLY FOR I NITE
BUT THIS IS WHY I WRITE