Wasting Paper

Sometimes I wish I was someone else 
No one out there has my back 
Most of the time I don't really care 
Pondering were I go from here 
Stick to what I know till it's over 
A final push to the last stand 
It's painfully simple but no one can see
What the present has in store for me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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