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Twenty one, feeling down
I tell you nothing with a thousand words
And I weaker get, with every step
I waste my money on compact disc’s and staly fish
I can’t remember the last time I did something that made
Me feel allright longer than a few hours
If I only had the strenght to make some muffins then i
Swear that I would share them with you now
Am I odd or am I not?
That’s a question I spend time analysing
I’m so soft, but still I’m not
Living up to what people want me to be
Cause I’m busy with me, myself and i
Can’t be understood by someone I don’t know to well
So I’m shutting out the whole world just to play nintendo
I’ve got these new games but I’m afraid you can’t join me
These last few years I’ve been strugglin
And I’m tired of keeping low profile
So now it’s time to show that I’m alive...
I’m gonna change my life, plans, vans
Even start to dance
Change my thoughts, sox, moves
Even my pro fighter q for you
Holding on
Read more lyrics about / on: change, dance, money, remember, life, time
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Click here to write your comments about this poem (Bullion by Millencolin)
Arlyn Lobrino (4/22/2008 5:43:00 PM)
The poem is beautiful. I know that it is hard to compose a poem but as I observed to your poem the words that you used doesn't rhyme at all. But it is good that you have made it. Keep up the good work.
arlyn
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Lyrics: Millencolin
