Just a boy, I'm a teen..
In trouble but smart, man I can do
Anything..
My father's not here, step dad doesn't care..
Mom does what she can..
Raising four kids and a man..
If only someone would believe in me..
It doesn't matter, it's not meant to be..
Wait, what am I saying, I'm lame..
There's no one to blame..
I could've done anything!
I'm stuck, I'm trapped, i need to let it go..
I need to move on but how, i just don't know..
My mind's not with me, a normal life I haven't seen..
Because at the age of thirty-six, I'm still seventeen
John Lee
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John Lee (
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Wait. Is all this stuff you write autobiographical/confessional?
If they are,let it ALL out,because you are getting better and better both artistically and mentally
(I think?)
I have guests this long weekend,hence not a line from me,so I got your message...
I would check them out next week. Thanks for taking my advice and reading my stuff.😃
Thank you! I really got a chuckle on the (I think) thanks for that too.. I'm posting a little different style next
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