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I'm on the wrong side Of the right side. I'm stuck on the outside, Even when I'm inside. I'm on the bad side Of the good side. Out of the bad guys, I'm the sad type.
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Sad Type
Small children in the Yard, laughing and running by With rosy red cheeks and Bright blue eyes, playing pretend Games of bad guys and good guys.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Pretend Games
the problem with heroes is that everyone thinks they're perfect until they're not. its almost as if people can't stand to deal with the dark sides of people that exist nobody likes discovering the skeletons that we keep they'll tell you they care that they'll always be there that there's nothing that could ever change their mind until something does then suddenly curtains are closed all good that has once been done disappears into smoke people love to say tell me the truth over a lie any day but when truth comes knocking suddenly they're the ones running away
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
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They call us when things are bad. When no one else can help. When all their ways have failed. When life is over. They release us. When war is inevitable. When the enemy was won. When all is lost. They force us to help. When they can't help themselves. When bad does more than good. When plans fall to the ground. They call us the bad guys. Well we are bad. But not evil. We have honour among thief's. Who are we? The last option. The one who are thrown under the bus. The Suicide Squad.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
The Last Option
Beings of untold stories The words out their mouths Blunt and fearful The look on their faces Stern and frightful The glares they give Cold and deadly Unapproachable once or twice Maybe for several months Never imagined as nice Stepping on their toes did not seem too wise Miraculous gatherings Opening of the hearts Soft tender tales flows out of their lips Secret wonders of getting things done They seem like they could be The witches of the darkest forest The devils of the deepest hell Your worst nightmares But beneath all that, I believe They are the warmest of hearts The gentlest angels Your sweetest memories This is about... ...the bad cops' unspoken stories.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Bad Cops