something i missed out on
someone that i knew
who wrote songs about me
so misunderstood
when i hear that voice
that's singing right at me
giving me a choice
wanting me to see
but i turn away
because that's who i am
a lonely person
who'll never understand
hear those pretty words
yes, they strike me as true
and thinking how it hurts
what i chose to do
i'm sorry that it's late
i'm sorry that you're gone
you could call it fate
on how i lost the one
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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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