Sitting

Sometimes I sit here and
Watch the days pass me by
I look at my hands
And just want to cry

I'm sorry I hurt you
I didn't really mean it
There's nothing I wouldn't do
Just to let you see it

I've tried my hardest
Yes, I've given my all
Some would say I"m the best
And just give me a call

I don't think that's true,
I honestly don't, there's
More for you to do
Than sit around and mope

So go get some fresh air
And get something to eat
Go cut your hair,
You've been locked up to long.



Poetry by Tabitha Campbell
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Written on 2011-06-21 at 03:24

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