A little bit of me

I can see you’re bored

Now that makes three

You took the fork road

Of where angels don’t sleep

Biggest mistake

Now you sow what you reap

But there’s a way out

You know of those strings

To pull when they’re showing

Your itch is still growing

So scratch that and tug

No you’re not a lug

Go on if you dare

Without a care

Of whom you trod on

I know I’ve been wrong of

The ones you have met

And now I regret

I’m sorry…

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