Don't judge my face
Don't judge my age
I'm here for a reason
So don't go startin any treason
I may seem young and absurd
But I know you are lost and forlorn
I can see the aching that surrounds you
I can see you've been abused and used
I'm sorry for your pain
I'm sorry for your distress
But don't give up just yet
Because theres something left
We all have misery at one time or another
We all feel there is no hope sometimes
We need to face our weaknesses together
So we can leave our sorrows behind
That's right. Being cut-off all the time just leaves you cut-off to those who can relate and might understand. There are actually some of us out there who do care even though we too are screwed in the head by this lovely debacle of a society. Of course no body wants to open up, because they've been hurt. Who hasn't? Take freaking chance. But, I digress. Cheers.
That's right. Being cut-off all the time just leaves you cutt-off to those who can relate and might understand. There are actually some of us out there who do care even though we too are screwed in the head by this lovely debacle of a society. Of course no body wants to open up, because they've been hurt. Who hasn't? Get knocked down, get up. Take a freaking chance. But, I digress. Cheers.
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That's right. Being cut-off all the time just leaves you cut-off to those who can relate and might understand. There are actually some of us out there who do care even though we too are screwed in the head by this lovely debacle of a society. Of course no body wants to open up, because they've been hurt. Who hasn't? Take a freaking chance. But, I digress. Great poem. Cheers.