I cannot decide how I feel
And I know this poem is going to **** more than listening to bad singing
But I just need to word *****
Life is a complete **** show
And yet we keep trying to improve it
Trying to improve ourselves
Fixing the mistakes of the past,
Or making them worse.
At the end of the day,
There are still people that are sad
There are still people that are mad
There are still people that hate
There are still people that make me wonder what could make them see the world the way they do.
But yet, I love living
Because I love myself
And I guess what I am trying to say is...
I wish someone would love me back.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
I cannot decide how I feel
And I know this poem is going to **** more than listening to bad singing
But I just need to word *****
Life is a complete **** show
And yet we keep trying to improve it
Trying to improve ourselves
Fixing the mistakes of the past,
Or making them worse.
At the end of the day,
There are still people that are sad
There are still people that are mad
There are still people that hate
There are still people that make me wonder what could make them see the world the way they do.
But yet, I love living
Because I love myself
And I guess what I am trying to say is...
I wish someone would love me back.
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