Fishing
He's just another fish in the sea
Or at least that's what they told me
They said, why would I want to love a fish
When I can reach for whatever I wish
Dry my tears, have some fun
They said, stick around, there's no need to run
They're building me a bridge I don't want to get over
Trying to give me a fake four leaf clover
But I just don't get it, why for me are they wishing
When really, I'd rather go back to fishing
Copyright © Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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