Fall To Lame
I know the hurt you feel inside
It leaves you without air
You did it to yourself again
Screaming, Why me, Life's not fair
Nobody listens to how you feel
They couldn't get it even if they did
The loneliness you can't conceal
A boiling pot with a plastic lid
I wish I knew what to say
Spoken words don't sound the same
And I can't make it go away
Leftover good intentions fall to lame
Copyright © Daniel Mitchell | Year Posted 2011
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