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My Writing

Just Some Things I've Done In My Spare Time

Look how far we came,

Through all the wonderful times,

And the times where we thought we’d never be the same,

But I still wonder sometimes,

What if we wouldn’t have gotten over what we look like on the outside,

You such a rebel, and me, Miss Perfect,

But we did, which brought us to late night talks, and all the tears I cried,

When we talked of our lives, that we thought were completely wrecked.

Was is just a coincidence, that our feelings came at just the wrong moment,

But then again, will our feelings ever be right?

How can they be, our feelings always bring up the same old argument,

Or is this just because of fright?

Are we running away from something that is meant to be,

Or are we denying a failure guarantee?

 

Look how far we came,

Through all the wonderful times,

And the times where we thought we’d never be the same,

But I still wonder sometimes,

What if we wouldn’t have gotten over what we look like on the outside,

You such a rebel, and me, Miss Perfect,

But we did, which brought us to late night talks, and all the tears I cried,

When we talked of our lives, that we thought were completely wrecked.

Was is just a coincidence, that our feelings came at just the wrong moment,

But then again, will our feelings ever be right?

How can they be, our feelings always bring up the same old argument,

Or is this just because of fright?

Are we running away from something that is meant to be,

Or are we denying a failure guarantee?

thanks for comin!