used, abused, and misused
I'm a victim of the blues,
my life seems to be in ruins,
and I'm left with no clues.
Kiss goodbye the old me,
welcome the new,
it's hard in these streets,
in case you never knew.
So tired of the games,
fake love and the lames,
you fight for what's right,
but things still remain the same.
Sucker for love,
on a cold winter night,
but I have no one special,
to hold me tight.
I guess I'm a fool to have believed,
my stress could be relieved,
I'm falling too fast,
the only question now is,
how long it will last?

~ B. 2012

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