I walk outside,
Attacked by cold,
Should’ve dressed warmer,
Like I’d been told.
I see the guy,
That I want for myself,
Too bad it’s just envy,
He belongs to someone else.
I sit and I listen
To the things people say,
However the meaning
Got lost on the way.
Little things,
That make me so angry,
Wish that these people,
Wouldn’t do this to me.
I want someone to love,
And someone to love me,
They’d be my world,
And I’d be their everything.
The room is black,
After hours of counting sheep,
I force my mind,
To go to sleep.
I dream of yesterday,
Today, tomorrow,
It’s just life,
Though it seems like sorrow.
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As my pen glides along I can't help but think, that my soul is bleeding out in shining black ink.
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