Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poetic Antic {Page 92}

Ill Logic

I could give you ten thousand excuses
To why I do the things I do
To why I refuse to stay with you
To why I can live like this without you

I could give you ten thousand excuses,
But the truth is I am dying inside
Surely I am not worthy of your company
Leave me be, alone in misery

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