so i confess, my life's a mess,
and man i'm stressed today.
i cannot think, o god, that stink,
the weakest link i'd say.
a life in rhyme, o so sublime,
and o, to climb those cliffs.
to wander off, it'd be enough
though life is rough and swift.
so much to do before i'm through
and yet to you, i lie.
i wish each night that we'll not fight
and do what's right and try,
but every day, and every way,
broken-hearted i stay and sigh.
so i confess, my life's a mess,
and god, i'm stressed too much.
it doesn't change, life is derranged,
and i'd exchange each touch
just to feel what might not be real
but i'll appeal and bend
if you will show what we both know
and just let go, the end.
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sort of about me, but also not. hmm.....
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