Just a drifter, a waste of course
never amount to much, a lost cause
not good enough to share your air
all these words, you left there
Ugly, a second rate date, you said
constantly feeding the voices in my head
just a quick thing, a fling to pass the time
always trying to change my life, what was my crime?
Nothing I did was right, we would fight
every day, morning, noon and night
this was love? wasnt what I'd heard it was
seemed more a continual chance to show my flaws
Without you I'd be nothing, the words echoed
voice piercing through the door, I took to the road
to drift as free as I could be, always a drifter you see
but that life was kinder to me, no more tears to flee
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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