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Tried to get deep


I want to go back to school.

That is something that I really want to do.

When I was playing around I aint know no better.

Now I'm older and things don't seem like they gonna get better.

I try to get by, by doing nothing all day and watch my life just fade away.

Something comes to me I just take it.

Without trying to see the beauty that lies within it, until it's completely naked.

Now I'm trying to leave and just be me but I can't.

Why?

Because I'm old school and tried to take what wasn't mine and now I'm an old fool.

Yup, an old fool.

Such a pity I am.

To not really have any friends.

Or any good intentions.

Now I'm scared to be me and what lies beneath me, I guess.

And now I can't breathe because I tried to contaminate thee without romance.

I knew she didn't want it. 

I could feel it, I could see it. 

But I still tried to push up on it. 

Now look at me pretending to be something that I'm not but what I want to strive to be.

Email me! Please!

Guess what?

I even lied to me.

Now, look what I don't have?

She was tryna come through, but she couldn't because I was chillen with you.

And then lied about it right?

No I didn't say nuttin.

Now I'm here like oh damn she aint really want nuttin.

I knew she didn't but I still pushed myself on her because I felt like she could do worse.

Now look at me. 

About to get fed to the birds.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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