This call
I offer my all, apparently in vainI've seen all my flaws in a long chain
Once I've fallen, I will not run
I've walked with confidence, to be a bum
I try my best, and lose so easy
To the one that's more than greasy
A big black cloud that follows around
I can't see why, to me, it is bound
Am I sad, or am I tired?
You don't trust me, I lied and conspired
A glow so nice, that hooks me like glue
My picture of you just ain't that true
Poetry by Vicious V
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 01:55
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