"Well, this poem i made thinking about my life, i don't really know the end of the history, but this poem is supposed to be sad, anyway, here we go"
Sahara!
Sahara!
Mr Big Loser
He is the guy who wakes late in the day.
With the messed face, and the messed hair.
Who looks at the window, and asks: "why do everyone smile?"
"i don't think life is this fair... "
The guy, who helps his family and helps his friends.
But never get's the atention he deserves.
Almost the like the old toy you used to have when you were young.
The one that you only take off, when someone takes off your nerves.
He's also the guy who doesn't like to make people sad.
He says only good things to everyone, but people still think he's bad.
And when someone needs help, you can count, surely, on him too.
But, when he needs help, he is going to be alone, isn't him the perfect fool?
But one day, he'll might find his way
But untill that day, he'll still be the loser
"...And that's the loser...", he'll hear everyone say.
He is the guy who wakes late in the day.
With the messed face, and the messed hair.
Who looks at the window, and asks: "why do everyone smile?"
"i don't think life is this fair... "
The guy, who helps his family and helps his friends.
But never get's the atention he deserves.
Almost the like the old toy you used to have when you were young.
The one that you only take off, when someone takes off your nerves.
He's also the guy who doesn't like to make people sad.
He says only good things to everyone, but people still think he's bad.
And when someone needs help, you can count, surely, on him too.
But, when he needs help, he is going to be alone, isn't him the perfect fool?
But one day, he'll might find his way
But untill that day, he'll still be the loser
"...And that's the loser...", he'll hear everyone say.
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