Who knows if these chances will stay?
What about my lost spaces
That I think about everyday?
Who knows when another time
Like this will come again?
I'm just spending it
Like a multi-millionaire.
Time to let go
I can hear it from the TV
I hear it everywhere
Time to be a man
And open up myself
Time to let go
Of my shiny pesos
Time to pursue
What I really need.
And what I need is you
You.
So I will wake up
And say my prayers
I will set up all my corners
So you can take my space
Time to let go
Time to let you back
Into my broken castle.
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Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
