if I were to meet you, what would I say.
I listen to your music religiously to the almighty struggle to you I pray.
Share my views but everyone wants to be herd but we don’t get what we want you snooze you lose.
maybe that’s why I stay awake keep my mind busy.
stop me from thinking, how much I miss her how much she miss me.
Life ain’t about getting famous.
Everyone watches a story wishing they lived that life instead of living their own acting brainless.
Regrets regets god damn these regrets.
these emotions of mine are like pot holes and I try to watch my step.
I got my issues I have problems.
who doesn’t so busy feeling bad for myself I don’t even try solve them.
but you have to try all we can really do.
i fail I fail almost everyday but you won’t ever say I never see it through.
I find it odd
i have more faith in other people that don’t deserve it and a almoghty power above like a god.
Born sinner pray I die better but for now its fuck it because praying is for beginners.
- Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 20th, 2019 21:35
- Category: Unclassified
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