Stuff
Everything I thought I knew,
Everyone I thought I loved.
Every time I hoped.
I was wrong.
So many things,
So many places.
Always feels different,
but somewhat the same.
Oh i wish i knew,
Oh i wish I could.
But know I can't.
But know I don't know.
Happens to be the same thing,
people come and go.
never staying for lunch.
but always on the move.
Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2010
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