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Aug 2014
I sit here looking in the mirror
at a man i dont know
a man?
can i even call my self that
after my actions of last night
how can i be a man
how can i pride myself on being a gentleman
when all i do i sin
two girls in one night
one in the pool
and one in my morning sight

im disgusting to me
and what do other people see
ive become what i hate most
while "men" sit there and call me a player
like its some kind of toast
a compliment of sorts
as if its something i should boast
these boys think they see a man

a man.....
is that what i am?
Written by
Derek Wings
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