It comes out of no where
Like a storm on a sunny day.
And once it comes,
It never goes away.
Like a guest that over stays his welcome.
When I'm on my way to victory.
It seeks to destroy me.
And before you know it,
I give in.
I'm just not strong enough to win,
In this game of tug-of- war.
I've lost every time before.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
It comes out of no where
Like a storm on a sunny day.
And once it comes,
It never goes away.
Like a guest that over stays his welcome.
When I'm on my way to victory.
It seeks to destroy me.
And before you know it,
I give in.
I'm just not strong enough to win,
In this game of tug-of- war.
I've lost every time before.
Montana Modderman © 2013.
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