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Wasting Time

When you're young You go out and hang With all the guys and girls Your place is saved Just expected to be seen Is it wrong to Stay instead? To lay in bed and wish You had that kind of life To be expected All alone While the youth roam The streets The lines on my face Have yet to come I force myself To pick the phone up And have a little fun Then cancel from Unexplained fear Help me speak Help me speak Hear me out Help me speak Help me speak

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/7/2010 2:09:00 AM
You Have Soup Mail - You also brought me back to many thoughts of my own youth with this write. Great Job. Best wishes, theKidster, Billy
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Date: 4/16/2010 8:58:00 PM
Yes, It is a nice thought
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Date: 4/16/2010 7:38:00 PM
I know that feeling
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