Im not made for love sometimes.
I want to be a hustler and i cant, all i do is lose and spit
nothing works out for me
nothing goes right
I'm not a susiehomeamker mor like a susiedream maker
all i do is dream all day
when i should be cookin
cleanin
shoppin
im a fool if i think this stupid poem is going to help me express myself, its not, not even close. Dude right now i feel stupid, i want to get the fuck out of dodge before i turn into someone or somethning im not.
I totally gossiped at work
i totally spent money on something im addicted to
i totally fought to the bone with brendan
what do i want to hear...
a. im not crazy
b. im not weird
c. i didnt make a mistake, people just fight
d. all of the above
e. none of the above
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