My math has never been that good, but I manage to get pass zero.
I try to come up with a sum
everytime my mind goes numb
I do not want to think
so I sit and my eyes blink
but the brain exerts its force
continues to travel the same
old course
I again try to jump off the horse
I find I have no choice
I speak it to voice
Out loud I cry
still captured in the same old why
The laws of existing apply
but my life does not add up
The only thing that makes sense is
I've controlled corrupt
however this could end abrupt
I experience a positive interrupt
It's not over until the fat lady sings
Over even stings
I try to forget the pain
but it continues to rain
The only thing that makes sense is
I know how to stay sane
I find that I have more to lose
than I have to gain
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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