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I can only play the hand I was dealt So no I'm not sorry for what I've felt Life is nothing short of a gamble And I know I tend to ramble I'm just making the most of what I've got Seeing if you're interested or not Because I find you rather amazing I'm really not the best with the phrasing I'm a little old fashioned With how I express my passion Though if you would take the time To converse with me past the rhyme I'd hope you'd come to see There's a whole lot more to me Than some scattered paper and ink Allow me to show you how I think It's a little crazy and far-fetched Enough that I often get shipwrecked I blur my reality and dreams Still don't quite know what it means But with the woman I see Could you really even blame me? I can't imagine anything better Though I fear the day she reads this letter
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
Old Fashioned
I honestly enjoy my head space Even though me and my demons come face to face So often it has become mundane I am rather fond of my brain Though I know all I do is overthink So often it puts me on the brink I've come to appreciate the extremes And for that matter my daydreams I fall in and out of reality Without the slightest feeling of abnormality Yes I am indeed quite odd I'm broken, I'm ****** up, I'm flawed Every day is a discovery No I'm no in need of recovery
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
HEAD:SPACE (daydreams)
I dabble in dreams Singing with the sirens Masking my shrill screams I'm searching for guidance These eyes are empty I'm living outside of me My demons tempt me Form a different reality I spend days in a cloud of smoke With my nose buried in my collar The more I try the more I know I'm broke Living lackluster life in squalor I'm panhandling on the corner of the street With only pieces of my broken heart in my paper cup Yet I find it so hard to admit defeat I'm down not out I'll pick myself back up
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Panhandling (Down Not Out)
I wish you would've just set me on fire It probably would've hurt way less Better than knowing you're a liar Then again I'm just a ******* mess Just an obsessive addict Looking for the next best fix You were just another drug I picked Was it all just for kicks? That's how it all feels You caught me up in your eyes Persuaded a heart you could steal And now I wish I'd died
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Picking Liars & Starting Fires