My words might sound to some strange, or my rhymes maybe rough around the edges
I only write what I can arrange, I don’t need to stand on any bridges
sometimes I am not in my right state of mind, all my thoughts are scattered along the ridges
But other times I glow bright like a star, or piece of art, in its fringes
no matter how hard you try, you can’t please people even if your words are riches
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My words might sound to some strange, or my rhymes maybe rough around the edges
I only write what I can arrange, I don’t need to stand on any bridges
sometimes I am not in my right state of mind, all my thoughts are scattered along the ridges
But other times I glow bright like a star, or piece of art, in its fringes
no matter how hard you try, you can’t please people even if your words are riches
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