its not done, this will be one i keep visiting and adding too, but i'm please with it foundation. so with out furthur a-do.....
my guitar has rusty strings
and my dreams are wearing thin
i'm saying so much
while no one listens
i'm sinking
suffocating under
your ignorance
tell me, if you can
if "ignorance is bliss"
why are you so unhappy?
why are you still complaining?
all i see are cookie-cutter people
fitting together better than puzzle pieces
the places where you overlap
you become invisible
i've no compassion for you anymore
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