For the life of me,
i don’t know how I’m still standing.
i don’t know how I’m able to smile
For the life of me
i just don’t know why you couldn’t have stayed
for just a little while.
today doesn’t seem right
withoit you here in it
it doesnt feel good
not for a minute.
im pushing through
and I’m holding on
i don’t know why I’m still standing
and I don’t know why I feel strong.
its not the truth,
and it does all feel like a lie
For the life of me,
I don’t know why.
Beautiful! You hang in there. It may not get better, but it gets different!
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Thank you…and you’re right I think it gets different as one learns to cope. Thank you
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