And I where do I begin?
Tired stressed alone
But the love of those who are dear
Can give me all the reason to overcome
My karma is not yours
Smashed cups together in a violent cheer
A laugh to not giving a fuck
Spoken to taken the wrong way
Everyday is just a little more interesting
From the tip of my tounge an idea
Not shared on facebook
Because nobody would care
Except 10% who actually reads
Back when we were babies
Who saw the world without words
Are their purest form
I go back to my bed
Like I go back to you
And nothing matters.
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