I have said some stupid shit,
Felt the shades of time,
Gotten things off my chest,
Regretted in my mind,
I feel bad for the staff I say,
Dumb for the things I did,
And sometimes I deserve to be called a baby with a bib,
I have done some trifling shit,
I have felt the heat of it,
I have let the words slip,
And now I feel the heat of it,
Sorry, that I'm such an interesting screw up,
Who had a great personality until it blew up,
I have lost the people closest and it's been getting to my head,
I should have kept my pain inside, but I lost more people instead,
I have dealt my share of hands,
Felt some people's rage,
I put understanding first,
Instead of making breaks,
If you are true to your word,
And you won't let the bubble burst,
A friend is still a friend,
Even though what they say hurt,
But it's here where I lost them,
I might not let the bubble burst,
But the wrong thing busted,
May be what hurts the worst,
Sorry.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
