Here we go again guys -_-
read with caution, looks can be deceiving
You know what I hate
The fact I can't face
Or quickly make haste
To the bad distaste
I have or make
Myself feel better at nights late
I don't have a plate
Made for me
As I sit hungry
Feeling crummy
A but bummy
As the homie
You shouldn't shun me
As I just want to leave
Just let me be
You say hi
As I want to say goodbye
A good let out sigh
Looking at you, my eyes filled with lies
But I just wanna get away and fly
Since all I can do is sit here and cry
Thinking of ways to just die
About the Creator
Noivad's Meops
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