It seems to happen a lot To good people mostly Excited and ready Psyched up and roarin' You think everything is going Your way Then it crashes "Can't go out tonight, maybe this weekend" "Can't be seen with you in public, Sorry" And the excitement Comes Crashing To the internal ground Breaking your self-esteem And your hopes or dreams Into a million pieces.Birth sign: Libra
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