Sleep
I sleep easy
I brandish my metal most days
I think I do a pretty good job
I have no time to think about how you feel
I do what I need to do to get by
Sure...I may leave you feeling different
But that's temporary...right
Cho...get over it...but then again
why should I care?
I have things to do...
Yawn...time to go to bed
Tomorrow's another day.
Copyright © Karena Brown | Year Posted 2008
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