To the happenstances that occur in time,
To get us off of our feet in life,
Low sounds of mysteries in my mind,
Makes me sound so offbeat all the time.
I end up making stupid rhymes,
Just wondering if you were mine,
But closure just seems to be another proposition of delight,
That I can’t contain when I see you smile.
But I am tired of all your kind,
Makes me feel so blind when I look in your eyes,
Clouds of sorrow, Tired of the fight.
Too mad to be, can’t be me tonight.
I am not who I was, or will ever be like,
I am done pretending it ever made any sense in my life,
Forgetting, feeling I’m done with your lies,
It’s over, I promise, it won’t happen another time.
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