Movin' on

When I think about my life
I wonder if I will survive
To live to see 25
Or will I just fall?
Like all my friends
They just keep dying
People 'round me
Always crying
In this place that I like to
Call my home.

Some friends become enemies
Some friends become your family
Make the best with what your given

This ain't dying!
This is living!

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