it is what it is
the poet that can't write
what he see or hear
he could only feel
under the purple sky
just don't ask him why
he's doing it?
cause he only knows one thing
that will blow their mind
and turn them blind
he said
while drinking coffee
If you could only see What I feel
then tell me this aint real
this pain hiding inside of me
If I could throw this out of my window
then I wouldn't be the wierdo anymore....
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