it`s almost like i sleep in forget me town.
but then again almosts only go so far.
the world says they`ve got me figured out.
give or take a laugh or two,
and by the world i`m speaking in generalization.
those who`ve come in contact with me.
no one sees the inside.
only what there eyes tell them.
probably because most only want to see outter layers.
attention is grabbed easily,
doesn`t mean it`s for the right reasons.
i always seem to wish that some one will come along and figure me out.
fill in the puzzle pieces i don`t even see.
i spill no secrets.
only those you fish out.
not everyones so easily read.
i need effort and punched time cards.
an endless car crash with just a dash of an uneasy mind.
i`m tired to say the least.
"stop writing my life for me."
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