looking upside down crossing this crossroad
seeking direction, I'm on a bad road
Voices inside my head leaves a bad state
the fact to state is out of date
Don't know if there's sense in that sentence
claiming to write but all day, I type
Does she like me, does she want me, am I her type?
good or bad, my profession not my confession
Can't feel your presence, I feel your absence
without a present, I need not your presence
it's easy to say sorry, not knowing how it felt
Don't think you know what I'm writing about
'cause I don't know what I talking about
Thank You For Reading!
I Read and Appreciate All Comments!
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