lifes Journey..
Someone hand me a damn shovel,
So i can bury all trouble in this rubble.
Once casted on fire,
So that no reminders may stay to linger.
Now I'm in your face,
I casted my finger,
Fore you are such a disgrace.
I would wish ill on you,
But that would be too sour.
Now all i do, is think of you.
ANd cry, i cry evry hour,
Then smoke another pack,
Drink another drink,
And hope to meet someone better than you along my lifes journey..
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