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Not my place to exchange gossip or dirty dealings
Not taking sides or commenting on rumour
Keep doing what I'm doing
With sensitivity and humour
This place is my way of clearing my mind
Whoever does this and that,it's not my axe to grind
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30 something,Staffordshire, England, never judge a cover by its book.
I make mistakes I play with high stakes I run the rat race I travel at a fast pace I maybe slightly insane I may be a pain I tend to over think I live life on the brink I make love not have...
I am me. Nothing more. Can't pretend to be. A person I'm not. This is all. All that I've got. I do not know. About everything. I know enough though. Not a high IQ. But I can talk.
Laying here on my bathroom floor. Laying here wanting more. Laying here thinking what does that mean. Laying here in a pleasant dream. Laying here with my head pounding.
Dark eyes shelter the moonlight Dark eyes reflect in the moon Dark eyes watch you when you are half awake Dark eyes watch your every move Bright eyes watch you intently Bright eyes smile back...
Turn around ... Is it me you see Am I the person you thought I'd turn out to be. Turn around ... Does it make you wanna run to me To make my heart skip a beat. Turn around ...
Zero: zero zero... It's that time again. When the shadows of the old day, Relieve and show their pain. And in bed sleepless I watch, As the mistakes of the day are played...
Far too long pretending it wasn't wrong. Far too much being used as a crutch. Far from good,far from what it should. Far away is where my mind tended to sway. Far we have come but the end had begun.
Me, myself, I Very clear I see, A reflection of me. My brunette hair, Curled with such care. My deep blue eyes, Showing I tell no lies. My heart so pure, My brain just so sure.
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