There’s nothing to do, There’s nothing to say
Just lay down and go slowly away
All of my dreams, All of my fears
None of it matters, none of its real
Soon this will be over
Soon there will be no more reason to cry
Soon this will be over
Soon there will be a reason to cry
I wasn’t born this way
I never wanted to hate
They turned me into this
Now its too late
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Hi there. You’re a man right?. I was just curious… most of my friends are grown men (only kept two females in my group) and y’know they rarely express themselves in the way you did in your poem. Heck, even I don’t get too emotional nowadays – they set a good example for me, great guys…
Hopefully this comment doesn’t get chucked into the trash. If it does, it’s no problem. I’m aware that I didn’t share anything relatively helpful. Well, know that I had the decency to spare some time out of my own day to type this reply to you. Sending my kindest regards~
Thanks, yes, I’m a 40 year old man. Thanks for the compliment. I wrote that on some paper some time ago and last night for some reason decided to transfer it here. Thanks again for the comment.
Ah, 40, the older – the better…
Finally, someone who appreciates my somewhat half-assed comments. 🙂