They're talking about me,
It's plain to see.
I'm not a good person,
And I'll never be.
I want to change my ways,
But it's like I have no say.
I'll always be the same.
At least I'm not lame.
Why do I bother to rhyme?
Do I even have the time?
No one really knows.
Neither do I,
I don't know.
I hate the way I am.
I love the way I am.
I'm not good at many things.
But that's just how I am.
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Pieces of Thoughts
ПоэзияFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
