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waiting for my peace because im sick and sad and alone...
and that song that i sit and listen to when i have givin up on life rings in my ears
its playing on repeat . my eyes slowy start to close and i see... i see the things that make me be me...
i see me standing under the stars at night thinking of you
i see me picking flowers for my mother
i see me getting ready for school think what every one will think of me
and i see you face peacefully asleep and you are dreaming and happy i smile because it funny that out of anything in the world to think of at i night i think of you.
my eyes close and i dream ...
im siting alone but someone came up to me and held out there hand i was scared to grab there hand but i did and they helped me up and didnt let go then they told me the things that make me be me
when you sing when you'er alone
when you make cute little notes to give to people but throw them away because you think there stupid
when you write songs for the people you like but are to shy to sing the songs for them
when you write in your jurnal i was born to tell you i love you ... but who am i supposed to tell? i wish i knew who im supposed to tell...
its when you say a small and short prayer at night even though you are not sertan that someones listening to you thats what makes you be you
then my eyes open and i crawled out on the roof and looked at the stars then i foled my hands and bowed my head and prayed and told who ever listen that im tired of being all alone and i want to be happy for once and i want to be new i want to be a different me
because im tired of being alone ....

Description
waiting for my peace because im sick and sad and alone...
and that song that i sit and listen to when i have givin up on life rings in my ears
its playing on repeat . my eyes slowy start to close and i see... i see the things that make me be me...
i see me standing under the stars at night thinking of you
i see me picking flowers for my mother
i see me getting ready for school think what every one will think of me
and i see you face peacefully asleep and you are dreaming and happy i smile because it funny that out of anything in the world to think of at i night i think of you.
my eyes close and i dream ...
im siting alone but someone came up to me and held out there hand i was scared to grab there hand but i did and they helped me up and didnt let go then they told me the things that make me be me
when you sing when you'er alone
when you make cute little notes to give to people but throw them away because you think there stupid
when you write songs for the people you like but are to shy to sing the songs for them
when you write in your jurnal i was born to tell you i love you ... but who am i supposed to tell? i wish i knew who im supposed to tell...
its when you say a small and short prayer at night even though you are not sertan that someones listening to you thats what makes you be you
then my eyes open and i crawled out on the roof and looked at the stars then i foled my hands and bowed my head and prayed and told who ever listen that im tired of being all alone and i want to be happy for once and i want to be new i want to be a different me
because im tired of being alone ....