There's just an illusion,
Something so alien,
About being bold,
Knowing what to hold,
Life would give you what you own,
With the counting of time that you hold,
To become like cards that fold,
In the game of poker when the truth untold,
We can't spend our life waiting to live,
And they say I'm worthless but I'm not listening,
Why should I?
Do they know me till the point that they can tell me
What I worth.
Worthiness doesn't come from impression,
It come from knowing expressions.
Love, Baby, Love.
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