Poetically Retarded
i lay in my bedi swear im half dead
these walls scream your name
they remeber the pain
the lies you told
are getting old
and yet they keep coming
i try to hold my head high
but i cant keep living my lie
walking around zombielike
cant get the wheels off my trike
im doing all i can
to move on and find a real man.
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