Change Poem by Eddie Guerrero
Change
The desert Is cold
and the north pole is warm,
my life is flipped around
cause my heart is torn.
People call me a player
but I've only been played,
I dont understand why I'm being labeled
when I'm not even in the game.
Can't clear my mind from the memories I've made...
My past is messed up from the actions I create.
But no one said I had to stay the same,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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