My Life

All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flown right by.
My daddy walked out,
and I had nowhere to cry.
I had to stay strong
so my spirit wouldn't die.
Now I've grown up too fast
trying to make this life last.
I push to move forward,
but I'm stuck in my past.
Tell me, what's a girl to do?
Forget about it through and through?
That's not something I can do.
What's done is done,
Ain't that the truth? 

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