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Sitting at a bar, beautiful girl in front of me. Im a no body not even a regular, I chat her up anyway with no confidence.... Boy friend, should have guessed, oh well talk to her anyway, make a name for myself. Guys walk in at the end of the bar, slowly take her away from me. I walk away with shame, what was I hoping for? No good for anyone anyway, too beautiful for me. With a soft smile and a black hat, as I walk away I look over my shoulder to something that could have been. Too late, not enough umph.. Tomorrow's another day, another let down.
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
The glass half empty
Sitting at a bar, beautiful girl in front of me. Im a no body not even a regular, I chat her up anyway with no confidence.... Boy friend, should have guessed, oh well talk to her anyway, make a name for myself. Guys walk in at the end of the bar, slowly take her away from me. I walk away with shame, what was I hoping for? No good for anyone anyway, too beautiful for me. With a soft smile and a black hat, as I walk away I look over my shoulder to something that could have been. Too late, not enough umph.. Tomorrow's another day, another let down.
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
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