To be wrong
As my nose runs.
The dog wants to go to bed.
I want to drink til I forget.
No one answers the messages I sent.
No one knows the mess I'm in.
I can't stop,
Cause I just want to stop thinking.
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The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
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- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast, United Kingdom
- 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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