I've tried and tried and tried
I mean really I've cried
But I got thee same ol' song stuck in my head
And it makes me feel dead
Why didn't I quit while I was ahead
Or take back the things I said
Maybe it's from the old pain
Or maybe I'm just going insane
It's probably a mix of both
This song...
Why won't it just be gone
It keeps saying the same thing
It doesn't even sing
Of how guilty I am
Of how sad I am
Of how I messed up again
With my one true friend
Why must this ol' song stay
With the sound of guilt forever on replay
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Poems Of The Third Order
PoetryThe third order, an order of knowledge and wisdom. Let these poems be a reminder to what we have lost throughout the ages Thanks to @ephemerain for making this awesome cover
