I stare at this paper plane,
And wish I could fly away.
I'd be able to be me,
Protected from what you say.
It's you're fault I'm this way,
Yet you have the audacity too complain.
Maybe if you bothered to know me...
I might be able too remain.
But until you change,
And treat me as you should.
I'll ignore all you're insults,
As best as I could.
So I'll wish I was this plane,
Wish I could fly away,
Just away from you...
And the evil things you say.
©Odd
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