I have got nothing to gain or lose.
I have got nothing much to choose.
I wish I had something to refuse to.
But yet its all gone.
Do you feel what I'm saying?
I really hope you don't.
Shout not at your enemies.
but at me for being pathetic and self-abnegated.
I'm sorry for what I'm meant to be.
I'm sorry for that I'm meant to do.
I'm sorry who I'm meant to be with and of course it isn't you.
Copyright © April Clive | Year Posted 2005
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