My heart keeps bleeding ,
My hair line keeps receding ,
My pulse won’t stop beating ,
The bad habits keep on repeating .
I need to focus on me, be the best version and let the world see.
This can not be, I try to be me, but how can I when he just won’t see.
I stare into the wind , lose concentration while zooming through a station , like it is a creation .
My life is drama , the people that hurt me need to remember about KARMA!