bloodshot eyes, barely aware
of the rising sun, just beyond there
another hour gone, another spent alone
another restless night cooped up at home
laying on the carpet, staring at the light
hoping you'd see yourself lose your own sight
play the same song, over and under
until all you hear is the sound of your blunder
stare at your hands, the plastic that says
no one cares about you, might as well be dead
go out to see, another day has passed
just as you're wishing for something you've had
don't you feel stupid, don't you feel bored
singing same melodies, playing same chords
who's going to listen, who's gonna notice?
give it up man, you're hopelessly hopeless
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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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