Life, Death & Breathing


Life, Death & Breathing in-between and not always good at that
I would, before my last gasp of air
Like to believe I'm good at something
Truth comes from my left hand
Lack comes from my right
Choices are ugly, always
Ugliness follows me around like Shelby
Am I so naive to think I don't deserve the results
Of the paths I have chosen
Sorry for things not perfect, time lost
For the little girl who still lives here
My heart weeps for itself

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