Writer
I wake up everyday,
just to fall apart again,
entangled in misery
my life is all about history.
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You never call or write me anymore,
you are so cold and distant
now that you've found a friend.
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I sit here wishing you the best,
I should have put you to the test,
when you said so much
I should have thought twice,
seen through your lies.
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Time to move on I assume,
nothing more to consume,
I'm empty and abused,
time for me to do something new.
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I Hesitate no more,
I awake with a certain attitude,
a change of latitude
just to get you out of my head,
time to begin anew
like the dew on grass in the morning...
Where have you been all these days?
My life will never be the same,
now that you're in my embrace.
Sat alone so long
watched the people
pass me by,
time no more to me than
markings in history.
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I am a wanderer,
wading through
these high waters
of my life.
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I see the changes
take place,
politics is not my game,
life is more than
whatever you want me to be.
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Watch me if you chose,
I'm not the one to
tell you what to do.
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Let's part before we start,
it's not worth the pain
to hear your voice strain
in the night.
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I sit alone,
maybe that's just the way
things are meant to be.
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If you want to be my lover,
my boyfriend,
just say the words
and I will be all yours.