What To Do

setting here alone trying to shake a feeling;
hoping it's not true;
the heart freezes after a cold shoudler;
we said our goodbyes at the front door
and my heart hit the floor and as thou it was a ball and chain
ill love you to the very end she said
but it seems confused;
so i gave up fighting cause i have nothing else to lose
some day the pain will ease and rekindle a new
but the hole left deep inside of me what am i to do
the grass grows, and the birds sing, the holds, and the life bell rings
forget regret, or life is yours to miss it what im told
but what am i suppose to do with this hole

by Jermaine Carter

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