im kinda getting sick of sheding tears.
suddently i woke up to all my fears
it dosent have to make scence
because truth is trueth and all i hear is lies
and as the black bird flys, im alone agin
im tiered of all the bends i make for you.
am i forgoton, do you care. is their reason for me to remain here?
my secrit boy are you ashamed
you left me for a change
we are something no one tamed
and for that we share the blame.
* random memmories*
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"The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere."
-Michel de Montaigne
-Michel de Montaigne