The only one
So long has it been ...that the words already mean nothing.
To pull the strengths to write a song
to be the one that has it all,
to tell,
what a ride to hell this has been.
I am a drunk
a person that has no one;
but; the taste in my mouth is moisture
meaning that I have love
between my wrongs
and so
I direct myself to the new one:the one that I am supposed to be.
Words by Ivan R
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Written on 2019-02-22 at 20:51
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