Truth Is …
I write about truth
But
Truth is …
I’d rather be a kid again
Than to pay
All these bills
Truth is …
I hate drama
But
Every pretty momma
That comes my way
Plays games
With my
Heart
And
I’ve played the fool
So many times
Thus far …
They seem to bring
The drama out of me
Truth is …
I still miss the friends
I lost in the
Move …
So when I meet someone new
I try to prove that I fit
In …
But they can’t understand
The initial quietness
So they shy away
Real quick
Truth is …
I have a ruthle…
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Posted on April 30, 2009 at 10:12pm —
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