It doesn't bite the dust
It bites me
Every fucking time
Either running away
Or coming my way
But never to hold me
Never to know me
Never to see me
I'm always the way
For something that it ain't me
It's always about them
If they're happy, good
If they're not, awful
But If I'm ok
Doesn't matter
If I'm not ok,
Doesn't fit
I ask, with a heart full of tears,
When will it be
About me?
2 comentários:
Time will come. Be patient. Do your work.
Thank you, kind soul. Will do. :)
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