Is it normal to look in disappoint to a mental reflection?
What i see is a man with out talent without direction,
two sides in my head are in a clash the optimist said to the pessimist let it pass
Im not a good kid but i am not bad either
Who to say there is a god why is it so hard to be a believer.
However never touched alcohol or hit a bong
I hang out with potheads,jocks,cool kids but still don't belong.
Backed in a corner not afraid to bring a fist
cant stop cant give up says the optimist
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Dakota (Pseudonym) (
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