Nothing to write about There is nothing to write about
There is nothing to implore
There is no sickness or bout
All life is just a bore
My friends become my enemies
My enemies become my friends
What must I do now?
Do I continue with the trend?
One becomes anti social
The other becomes a bitch
Why is life full of turmoil
When we just began to exist?
I was dumped and left to rot
I slowly got back up again
Now life is going good
Except me and my ex
Can never be friends
I meet many girls
Yet none seem to catch my fancy
When I get interested
I begin to wonder what to do
I expect things to be like they were
When in reality it is always changing
Why is it that I can't seem to find it?
To find that little spark?
Was it robbed from me?
What do I have to do to get it back?
To try and take hold of my romances
Forget this
Forget this and goodbye to you all
I'm tired of trying to be nice
I'm tired of playing it cool
I'm tired of saying everything is ok
When it is falling to pieces
I'm tired of asking questions
I'm tired of caring so much
Maybe it's time to realize
That some people aren't worth saving
That things have no answers
But forget it
Like I said before
My life was once busy
Now it's just a bore
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