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Just Like The Birds

I sit in this room
The room in which I live.
I sit here and wonder.
Why I even live.

My room is a mess.
That's how I feel inside.
I'm so lost now.
I only want to hide.

I look out the window.
There's not much else to do.
I see a bird that's raven black
And then I think of you.

The bird flies away.
I doubt he'll be back.
You're just like that bird.
You're never coming back.

This room is where I hate.
It's where I feel my pain.
It's where I hate myself
And wonder if I'm sane.

I look out the window.
I see a bird again.
A bird that's raven black.
Here I go again.

Just like those birds
There'll be many guys.
Each one is different.
Aside from all there lies.

And just like the birds.
I'll see them for a while.
But then they fly away
Forever from my eyes.


©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33





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