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You look to it and smile,
smile at what is there
the fact is your dreams
sometimes, just dont care.
I am building my bridge again
Its going to take some time
I had my dream pulled away
I thought that dream was mine
What have I grown to become?
A lonely and tired boy
If this is what life is about
Drop me so I destroy
People say it will make me
Make me into something that is true
Ruck them, completely.
Experience is just lifes way of saying
ruck you, and you, and you.
This poem reliefs anger
anger and wrath that I hide
If I ever let it out
I would be locked on the inside.
Not many people know me,
few have ever seen me care
Most of you have seen a fake smile
About five have seen what is there
I am telling you now in this poem
I have decided to make a change
I will care about who I want to
ruck you, you all have your games
How I will change I dont know yet
I do need to find someone who cares
If for once she could return it
Returning my emotions is rare
Stop feeling sorry for myself?
You mostly don't know the truth
You people out there
Who pretend to care
Let me tell you
Your life is a spoof
I know nobody would want me
Feeling as I do right now
These scars that I hold
Are nothing but old
Yet they still seem to hurt everyday.
My results in the post tommorrow
I got two of them back today
Those stupid rucking letters telling me
This dream that I had was a joke.
In memory of the Joby who wrote this.
The one that many say should never change.
I feel like I have done my time for helping everyone at least once, most of them spit it back in my face. rollocks to most of your friendships. You rucking arrogant tricks dont really care. Go and get drunk and smoke a little, and biatch about me and laugh. You idiots will go to hell. My anger is second to none. Nobody seemed to love me before. How about after I die? I ain't going to do anything stupid. I always just fall down and cry. I can't stop writing now, my heart won't let me stop. Whoever reads this though. Remember at writting I was in a foul mood. Most of the stuff is painful to me, most of it is the truth, yet as Joby would do he doesnt. Ever let it hit the top. I wouldn't have anyone left then. I surely deserve a lot more? Councilling this and councilling that. I have tried that, they think I am loose. I love you all. You all complete me, in the wrong way.
Not directed at any members of the forums. I wrote this in a bad mood about an hour ago. Bye.
smile at what is there
the fact is your dreams
sometimes, just dont care.
I am building my bridge again
Its going to take some time
I had my dream pulled away
I thought that dream was mine
What have I grown to become?
A lonely and tired boy
If this is what life is about
Drop me so I destroy
People say it will make me
Make me into something that is true
Ruck them, completely.
Experience is just lifes way of saying
ruck you, and you, and you.
This poem reliefs anger
anger and wrath that I hide
If I ever let it out
I would be locked on the inside.
Not many people know me,
few have ever seen me care
Most of you have seen a fake smile
About five have seen what is there
I am telling you now in this poem
I have decided to make a change
I will care about who I want to
ruck you, you all have your games
How I will change I dont know yet
I do need to find someone who cares
If for once she could return it
Returning my emotions is rare
Stop feeling sorry for myself?
You mostly don't know the truth
You people out there
Who pretend to care
Let me tell you
Your life is a spoof
I know nobody would want me
Feeling as I do right now
These scars that I hold
Are nothing but old
Yet they still seem to hurt everyday.
My results in the post tommorrow
I got two of them back today
Those stupid rucking letters telling me
This dream that I had was a joke.
In memory of the Joby who wrote this.
The one that many say should never change.
I feel like I have done my time for helping everyone at least once, most of them spit it back in my face. rollocks to most of your friendships. You rucking arrogant tricks dont really care. Go and get drunk and smoke a little, and biatch about me and laugh. You idiots will go to hell. My anger is second to none. Nobody seemed to love me before. How about after I die? I ain't going to do anything stupid. I always just fall down and cry. I can't stop writing now, my heart won't let me stop. Whoever reads this though. Remember at writting I was in a foul mood. Most of the stuff is painful to me, most of it is the truth, yet as Joby would do he doesnt. Ever let it hit the top. I wouldn't have anyone left then. I surely deserve a lot more? Councilling this and councilling that. I have tried that, they think I am loose. I love you all. You all complete me, in the wrong way.
Not directed at any members of the forums. I wrote this in a bad mood about an hour ago. Bye.
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Don't really know what to say, Joby. Anything I say will sound contrived.
You look to it and smile,
smile at what is there
the fact is your dreams
sometimes, just dont care.
I am building my bridge again
Its going to take some time
I had my dream pulled away
I thought that dream was mine
What have I grown to become?
A lonely and tired boy
If this is what life is about
Drop me so I destroy
People say it will make me
Make me into something that is true
Ruck them, completely.
Experience is just lifes way of saying
ruck you, and you, and you.
This poem reliefs anger
anger and wrath that I hide
If I ever let it out
I would be locked on the inside.
Not many people know me,
few have ever seen me care
Most of you have seen a fake smile
About five have seen what is there
I am telling you now in this poem
I have decided to make a change
I will care about who I want to
ruck you, you all have your games
How I will change I dont know yet
I do need to find someone who cares
If for once she could return it
Returning my emotions is rare
Stop feeling sorry for myself?
You mostly don't know the truth
You people out there
Who pretend to care
Let me tell you
Your life is a spoof
I know nobody would want me
Feeling as I do right now
These scars that I hold
Are nothing but old
Yet they still seem to hurt everyday.
My results in the post tommorrow
I got two of them back today
Those stupid rucking letters telling me
This dream that I had was a joke.
In memory of the Joby who wrote this.
The one that many say should never change.
I feel like I have done my time for helping everyone at least once, most of them spit it back in my face. rollocks to most of your friendships. You rucking arrogant tricks dont really care. Go and get drunk and smoke a little, and biatch about me and laugh. You idiots will go to hell. My anger is second to none. Nobody seemed to love me before. How about after I die? I ain't going to do anything stupid. I always just fall down and cry. I can't stop writing now, my heart won't let me stop. Whoever reads this though. Remember at writting I was in a foul mood. Most of the stuff is painful to me, most of it is the truth, yet as Joby would do he doesnt. Ever let it hit the top. I wouldn't have anyone left then. I surely deserve a lot more? Councilling this and councilling that. I have tried that, they think I am loose. I love you all. You all complete me, in the wrong way.
Not directed at any members of the forums. I wrote this in a bad mood about an hour ago. Bye.
smile at what is there
the fact is your dreams
sometimes, just dont care.
I am building my bridge again
Its going to take some time
I had my dream pulled away
I thought that dream was mine
What have I grown to become?
A lonely and tired boy
If this is what life is about
Drop me so I destroy
People say it will make me
Make me into something that is true
Ruck them, completely.
Experience is just lifes way of saying
ruck you, and you, and you.
This poem reliefs anger
anger and wrath that I hide
If I ever let it out
I would be locked on the inside.
Not many people know me,
few have ever seen me care
Most of you have seen a fake smile
About five have seen what is there
I am telling you now in this poem
I have decided to make a change
I will care about who I want to
ruck you, you all have your games
How I will change I dont know yet
I do need to find someone who cares
If for once she could return it
Returning my emotions is rare
Stop feeling sorry for myself?
You mostly don't know the truth
You people out there
Who pretend to care
Let me tell you
Your life is a spoof
I know nobody would want me
Feeling as I do right now
These scars that I hold
Are nothing but old
Yet they still seem to hurt everyday.
My results in the post tommorrow
I got two of them back today
Those stupid rucking letters telling me
This dream that I had was a joke.
In memory of the Joby who wrote this.
The one that many say should never change.
I feel like I have done my time for helping everyone at least once, most of them spit it back in my face. rollocks to most of your friendships. You rucking arrogant tricks dont really care. Go and get drunk and smoke a little, and biatch about me and laugh. You idiots will go to hell. My anger is second to none. Nobody seemed to love me before. How about after I die? I ain't going to do anything stupid. I always just fall down and cry. I can't stop writing now, my heart won't let me stop. Whoever reads this though. Remember at writting I was in a foul mood. Most of the stuff is painful to me, most of it is the truth, yet as Joby would do he doesnt. Ever let it hit the top. I wouldn't have anyone left then. I surely deserve a lot more? Councilling this and councilling that. I have tried that, they think I am loose. I love you all. You all complete me, in the wrong way.
Not directed at any members of the forums. I wrote this in a bad mood about an hour ago. Bye.
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