How am I to know what I should really believe?
The things that you say and the things that you do
Have torn me apart and now I am teo
One that wants to keep holding on
And the other that says that you are gone
The pain keeps growing deep inside
The hurt won't go away and will not hide
I feel like a yo-yo going up and down
I don't know where I am going and I feel like a clown
The only thing that has kept me going
Is our daughter, she is really growing
At least I know she really cares and needs me
But if it wasn't for her, I don't know were I would be
Written September 1995
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