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[leftcoastkid]

I’m trying to get out
Because this ditch is no fun
This ditch I dug myself
This ditch that took so long

And you have no idea,
Then again you probably do,
On how hard I worked on
This ditch that took so long

It’s a little pathetic
If you ask me at least
That’s the opinion that counts right?
That’s a little sad to think

I’ve gotten used to sulking
I know this feeling all to well
That’s how this ditch got started
Was trying to build a pool for myself

Well a pool it is not
I don’t finish what I start
It’s just a little hole in the ground
Just big enough to cover my crown

And there I go again,
But that’s just my routine,
Talking in never’s and ever’s
Pretending like I know what they mean

I’m gonna be straight with you
If you are still here you deserve that
I am only eighteen
So I don’t know what I am talking about

But shutting up is so hard to do
You just have to talk
When there is something wrong with you
But I might be past that, might be at a break through

This brings me to my point
About my ditch, about this hole
I think if I stop complaining
Then it just might shrink
Or do I have it backwards again
Would that be me growing?