Alone, once more, I find myself Longing to be near The girl I feel I should be with But who instead I fear. Maybe it is me I fear, My fear of failure again. But most of the girls I know don’t see I’m not like other men. A fear of rejection due to my beliefs Combine to make me unique. The conclusion that I end up with Is that I’m up shit creek. Although I’m not prepared to change My own beliefs as such, I still expect things to pick up If not by very much. I know that I am real confused And don’t know what to do. ‘bout females and my life I feel I haven’t got a clue.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this when my life meant shit to me.
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