she
she wanted to break a free man's chains
she wanted to risk her life again
she wanted to laugh and spill her guts
she wanted to make them all happy
i was never good at being me
i attempt for awhile and then i see
the muddied fog within my reach
is leaving me washed up.
she tried to figure out the world
she tried to understand the boys and girls
she tried to fill her lonely void
she tried to be a savior for awhile
i was never good at the happy thing
but, i get sad and people freak
the dizzy mess is always in minds
that can't release their pain.
This poem was written by soulspin on Jun 30, 2001.
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