Everyone
Everyone gets caught
Everyone needs things
That never get bought
Everyone hurts
And everyone cries
And eventually everyone
And everything dies
So for these faults
Don't blame me
This is the way God wanted it to be
He wanted it it to be rough
And hard to survive
So when we make it to heaven
We'll think, we must have really thrived
I tried to make it better I tried to shelter you
But I had to let you go
It was the right thing to do
I still love you
And hope that you love me
It wasn't my fault
Why can't you see
Stacy Clopton
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