 | Looking down at my paper
Letters smeared from the tears I've cried of failure, of regret,
of love, and the real me no one knows yet
Trapped inside, inside my soul
A dark ally where I was always too afraid to go
But I'm here now and all alone
And I wish I could stay home
Where at least I'm familiar with the failures and let downs
Here's my suicide to the old me
The me I've always been, I want it gone
Washed away, the right the wrong
And leave just me, the real me
No time yet for my mistakes
It's a free slate
And I'll try and be just me for just today.
Written by mcfonzo
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