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I wish I could write poems and books
But instead god gave me these ugly looks
I want to go and write this poem
Take it back to where I used to call home
Spill out my feelings, Let them all slide
So I no longer have to hide
One more night of this pain and I’m gone
So much for this lovely sad, sad, song
But instead god gave me these ugly looks
I want to go and write this poem
Take it back to where I used to call home
Spill out my feelings, Let them all slide
So I no longer have to hide
One more night of this pain and I’m gone
So much for this lovely sad, sad, song