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I write because I can
I write because I will
I write what's on my mind
No need for memory
Or any sign of sin
Just some words from my mind
And here's where it begins
...
I sit in a room of hurt and despair
Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there
She seems so lifeless,
tired and weak
With long brown hair covering her face while she weeps
...
They aren't always right
They aren't always true
They aren't always about me
Not all about you
...
But they're about something
I'm yet to find out what
They come from my mind
Sometimes from my heart
...
I can write of love
I can write of pain
I can write of hate
I can write in vain
...
But one thing I can't do
is say what I know
Because that young girl crying could ruin the show
The one in the corner
with the brown do
That one about the crying
is about me
not you.
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