You tell your story like it’s an unending sorrow yet there’s always a promise of a bright tomorrow I know true love is what you always wanted but loving him is wrong because he takes you for granted
In this pursuit of purpose I continue to struggle Every step I take I trip and I stumble Maybe this life is just not for me Call me a pessimist but that’s what it seems to be
Politicians, we hate them the most Irony is a funny thing The people we hate the most are the people who can actually carry out the change that we so greatly desire
Please don’t judge me by the way I look What we read is the content of a book I may not be pleasing to your discriminating eyes but I have people who love me, they have reasons why