Ive written a million letters
And thrown them all away
I just couldn’t seem to
Find the right words to say
How do I describe nothing
And update the monotony
Do you want to hear my mind
Or care to see what’s become of me
I write like I’m Dr. Jeckal
But between the lines I’m Mr. Hyde
Forever I could express my heart
But I think best if I hide
Just as there is no reason
For every one is an excuse
If my best of times are behind
Then what is the use
With my whole life ahead of me
And this time to shall pass
Will it all be spent looking
For that last and finnal laugh

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