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Author: Destany Mitchell
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-01-06 - Updated: 10-01-06 - id:2255515
A/N: This is something I toyed around with over the last couple of days. It's just my thoughts about some events in my life I had to get out and I felt I'd share them. I hope you enjoy, comments and criticism are always welcome.
I’m sick of the bullshit
I’m sick of the lies
I’m sick of the past
Just let it be

We’ve all made our mistakes
Some bigger than others
We’re all not innocent
We’re all to blame

Don’t pretend your actions are better than mine
Because we all made mistakes
We’re all not innocent
We’re all not saints

So stop pretending
Pull down the mask
Reveal who you are
Own up to your sins

No one is sinless
So climb down off your pedestal
Come down to Earth
And I’ll be waiting

Come see how the rest of us live
It’s not easy,
I know
For this life

Is hard as hell
So don’t make it harder
By playing your games
End it now

Before more lives
Are damaged in the wake
I’ve owned up to the past
I’ve owned up to my sins

Can you say the same
Can you live with yourself
Can you sleep at night
Can you say the same?



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