MY DAYS GO BY SLOW SLOW ENOUGH TO WATCH LIFE WALK RIGHT PAST ME DO I GRAB ON FOR THE RIDE NO, 'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY PATH LEADS FRUSTRATION BUILT UP FROM LACK OF ENERGY AND THE INABILITY TO FOLLOW THROUGH FROM THE THOUGHTS OF WHAT I WANT TO BE I CAN SEE AND FEEL MY OWN DETERIATION THINKING TOMORROW WILL START ME FRESH TOO SHY OR TOO SELFISH FOR HELP? A symPATHETIC DISAPPOINTMENT IN FLESH
Reason for writing:
I'VE BEEN REALLY BUMMED OUT LATELY
AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN WRITE SOMETHING DEPRESSIVE
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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