| Why |
| There are days in my life When all I see i s pain. There are days in my life When all I think is,why? Why do I go on living? Why must I go on this way? Why do i do the things I do? WHy do I say the things I say? I wonder at times, Why my life is the way it is.And then a voice deep within, Clues me in You are the way you are. Your life is the way it is. All because of the choices you've made, And the roads You chose to take. Written by: Rose Demarest |
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