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Where do I start, where to begin

Looking back at a life of sin and regret

My soul feels old

And I'm not twenty-nine yet



How can I explain my own personal hell

The thing's I've seen, the many times I fell

I regret a lot thats happened up to now

I keep getting up to get knocked back down



And still no one understands my pain

Who's to blame

Myself

So I hang my head in shame



The loss of a family is something I can't let go

It's a pain I wish no one had to know

But every day it happens

Either from no fault of their own or through their actions



But still I stand

I refuse to let this world defeat me

Sometimes I hate this place

But it will never beat me



Tomorrow is the promise

Of a better day

Tonight's prayer

Is that I find a way