Young Lad, relatively bleak childhood. Could be worse though.
Tend to write downbeat poems, some in a style of song, some not.
Whilst I'm happy with life as it is, I still struggle with things from the past. But hey, that's life I guess.
They all try to look the same
all try to give themselves a name
pick on the boy who is all alone
just because his identity is his own
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‘Gosh that girl is perfect’ this boy once said
It was a dream he realised getting out of bed
Day by day he pottered around
Wondering if this girl was going to remain dream bound
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This passion burning in my heart
Me and you, till death do us apart
This flame eternally alight
For you are the most beautiful sight
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My life ruined by past
my life isnt going to last
pain like a knife in my heart
my life is falling apart
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I go out searching
For what I have lost
When I find what is missing
This maze gets bigger
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