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Still Trying
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May 2012 One day in the future, the reason i store these,
notebooks on my shelf, soon they will tell me stories,
Massa will be most of the happy, most of the sad,
blondes only mean one thing and it's bad,
remind myself i'm a lover not a fighter,
losing a bit of myself with each one nighter,
cause out of the 10 i would only have 4,
the other 6 i should have shown the door,
not a man of subtraction but if anyone asks,
only been 4 and the last was Kath,
but i lost the path keeping me with her,
fell back behind, feet riddled with blisters,
have a nightmare, wake up and imagine a place,
where the two of us could be, always face to face,
still trying to trace the outline of that dream,
and find out what my feelings for you mean.
