The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
Thursday, 27 September 2012
hope it will be ok.
Need to put the action in plan,
for someone to take me by the hand and guide me right,
but i cant even be bothered to do the dishies tonight
and if thats as low as i go then how can i ever be right...
I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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