soundtrack

Oct 01, 2006 17:03

i'm so tired of seeing this part
through crocodile tear
wondering how all my years
of just trying to be good
brought me back here
to the same moment i didn't want to see
and I'm stuck, left to believe
that no matter what you do, it's always going to be me
the one that falls, the one left behind, the one that can't be
the better friend, more entertaining, just more of what ever it is that is the need
i always fail, i never can seem to succeed
no more searching for the soundtrack
too destroyed to listen about all that I lack

poem, poetry

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