
I've been kicked around, been walked on and used
I've been knocked down, been battered and bruised
There were times when I was all alone
Didn't know if I could go on another day, but I stayed
Dying, is the easy part, it's the living that's so hard
Life, can mess up your world
Leaving you wounded and scarred
Love may not kill you, but it can damn sure leave you chared
Dying is easy, it's the living that's hard
Most nights, I barely close my eyes
Cause I don't want to dream
They've taken pictures, my mind don't want to see
Some memories you can't replace
And some you can't erase, no matter how hard you try
They're burned, they're burned in my mind
Dying, is the easy part, it's the living that's so hard
Life, can mess up your world
Leaving you wounded and scarred
Love may not kill you, but it can damn sure leave you chared
Dying is easy, it's the living that's hard
Dying is easy, it's the living that's hard
(C) Tracy Johnston 2020



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