Power button's still on?
I thought we all laughed,
I thought it was done
Mind spiraling with same-old senseless words
I think this is a film I've seen before
Gossip's getting to be a predictable bore
I've grown accustomed to the noise
It seems I have not a choice
But to play the victim in a game
Either way, it ends the same
Trust was never quite displayed
I was never good with charades
Should've heard it in your voice
I was never good with noise
I took a hint, I saw the signs
It was truly me again this time?
There's to being a people pleaser
I've been getting cabin fever
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ONE MORE TIME
PoetryA follow-up to my last poetry collection, One More Time follows feelings of fluctuating temporary peece and recurring sorrows, caused by outside factors, or uncontrollable feelings from within.
