the more i fill
your head with sly
evil remarks
the less i cry
i can't decide
whether you should live or die
oh, i hope you won't get to heaven
i love seeing you hang your head
go ahead and cry
it's a bitch convincing people to like you
you're tired of dancing jigs, aren't you?
you stop now, id call you a quitter
if tears were cats, youd be a litter
pleasing everyone wasn't meant for you
ive got to hand it to you,
you played by all the same rules
it takes a great fool to play and lose
and now you have to deal with blues
no wonder my heart feels dead inside
cold and hard and petrified
lock the doors, and close your eyes
you're going for a ride.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
