I always did loved you as a friend
but now,
It is loved,
That was the past.
Oh how I loved the past.
It was ever so peaceful,
But now the present and future,
Looks and feels ever so dull,
And is it to me, Torture.
As I type here now,
The curtains starts to call,
I, give you a bow,
And we'll see the roses starts to fall.
All I ever wanted to do was to help,
but all I did was nothing,
If I'm not for,
I'm against.
If I'm not helping,
I'm wasting.
If I'm not building,
I'm DESTROYING
I'm just another wasted space
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