can't trust anyone to tell my story when I'm gone because I was there feeling the pain no one else but me can explain no one else can feel the love I felt or play ahand of cards I was dealt no one can portray me actually without adlibing no one can prepare for the role of my life no one can write the script without
making changes to the lines no one can tell it all on me like "it was on me" no one would believe I got pass it no one could fathom because food gets cold ice cream melts bread mold's no one could describe how I last this long