give up now there's nothing you can do
they're never good enough for you
you kept promises to yourself long ago
and now there's nothing here you suppose
well it's a little to late to go back
even if things all seem so black
you've still got that something inside
something that turns, runs, and hides
let's face it man, you're on your own
and with no hopes of finding home
well you better settle in cause this is it
the day you realized it's all a b***h
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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