How can I get rid of these bad habits o mine?
Is it the way this world is designed?
I don’t like the fact that its there
Through my so called 'gentle' heart it tears
People say im kind
Gah damn these bad habits o mine
I wish to stop
Clean it up using a mop
But I can’t
If only I could send it away using a stamp
I’ve tried everything
All the bad things keep piling
So I keep filing
my modivation and all is gone
I can’t draw the line
So how can I get rid of these bed habits o mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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