I look over at the LED's
And it read outs 12: 22...
And for some reason I can't stop thinking of you...
You, you, you, what the hell am I suppose to do?
...
I guess you all just think that I'm cold
That's why I walk alone down this road
You all just have to understand
That everything I did was unplanned
...
Why?
I look over at the LED's
And it read outs 12: 22...
And for some reason I can't stop thinking of you...
You, you, you, what the hell am I suppose to do?
Thinking about you like this,
Is something amiss?
As the clock turn to four,
I lay down upon the floor.
Wondering...
Pondering...
Why?
nice poem :) keep up the good work, your thoughts reflect sweetly.
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