Tired of the pain
Tired playing these games
Not a care in the world you don't even know my name
Tired of the shhh
No one gives a -
Put your head held high
Not done with this fight
Put some effort in, you gotta take flight
Don't let the tiredness of the game burn out your light
Show'em who's right
'Cause you're the shinning star glowing at night
We could care less
about this stress causing mess
Show'em who's boss
Show'em who got sucess
We made progress
take a break 5 min recess
Who gives a shhhh?
We gotta impress
but this ain't a contest just gotta confess
Confess how you feel
Confess how you steal
Confess how you hated being the third wheel
Gotta be sharp gotta be ideal
But most importantly, you gotta keep it real.
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The Sis Collection
PoetryA collection of poems from what my mind is thinking about. Some are lyrics to a song I wrote too which you can find the actual song on my Sound Cloud or YouTube Channel
