Eden Sheffroth

I don't really have much to say anymore
The words are all long gone
My pains all played out, my poems a bore
Like the tune of an overplayed song
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What the hell did I do
To cause you to act this way?
What the hell did I say?
To make you walk by like you don't even know me?
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Lining up on the way to the subway
I pass crowds of thousands of faces
Each one unique, each one rare
And as cold as the glaciers and the cruel North Wind
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Sitting in a classroom
Wondering what is true, struggling with all my might
The past swirls around me, my pen is a broom
Sweeping up the dust and cobwebs I begin to write
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Don't talk to me, you aren't my type
Prince of teenage society
I never understood all the hype
Of the gang of fake friends called popularity
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You run around the classroom
Filled with innocence and love
My love for you has grown and bloomed
You have no idea how wonderful you are
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My heart has broken
It lays on the floor
What (do you say) happened
To make the sweet tears pour?
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Not really sure how to expain this
I'm a poet with no words
I feel like I'm about to lose it
This feeling is absurd
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Never thought that the world would be like this, all strange and new
Living my life on chips and Mr.Noodles, crouched in this zoo
We all have our own hopes and dreams in this dusty old town
But none of them will be realized here
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Here I am once again
Shot down, burned
Sitting here trying to pretend
That I'm not hurt
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Is there anybody out there?
Am I destined to live this life alone?
To always feel pain to always suffer?
To relive the sin to constantly atone?
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I barely even knew you
Just remember the florescent orange cruising down the hall
Your soft voice in the classroom and the odd comment about you
You mean absolutley nothing to me
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I've got me a few good friends
More powerful than the tide
We're gonna be together until the end
Were on one hell of a ride
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Never thought I'd feel this way about a best friend
It all happened so quickly that I didnt even realize
All in one night under the stars
And your looking at me like I'm the most beautiful girl by far
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Have you ever sat down and just thought about what your missing?
I'm so consumed by this rhythm and rhyme and the pain in my heart
I am dead inside, my soul a withered shell that turns to dust at a touch
How can I make a difference in anything that I do?
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