i can feel him standing there
take a step back and i fall unto him
i can sense his eyes everywhere
give him a taste and i fall into sin
i don't want him to come my way
i don't want him to stick around
i don't think he'll go away
unless i shoot him to the ground
you can't stand next to me
you can't breathe down my neck
if i don't stop him now
he'll only keep coming back
and i don't want him to come my way
i don't want him to stick around
i don't think he'll go away
unless i shoot him to the ground
it's been a while since he last spoke
i don't know why he hasn't come in
i used to think of him as the butt of the joke
now i'm worried he's taken me for a spin
i wondered why he won't come my way
i really want him to stick around
i honestly think he's gone away
all because i shot him to the ground
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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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