Worth
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It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth. Sometimes even harder dealing with the hurt. To feel like no one's there during all my pain. I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain. I struggle through the days, with no one at my side, To find some sort of worth, to save a little pride. But all my days are dark, stormy, cold and gray, And emptiness keeps growing as I slowly fade away. I have no effort left to put into this life, No helping hand behind me to pull me to the light. So once again I ask, before I leave this Earth, Tell me, if you care, exactly what I'm worth.
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It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth. Sometimes even harder dealing with the hurt. To feel like no one's there during all my pain. I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain. I struggle through the days, with no one at my side, To find some sort of worth, to save a little pride. But all my days are dark, stormy, cold and gray, And emptiness keeps growing as I slowly fade away. I have no effort left to put into this life, No helping hand behind me to pull me to the light. So once again I ask, before I leave this Earth, Tell me, if you care, exactly what I'm worth.