Song# 6 I just don't like that Anymore


Out of the thousand words I misspoke,
And a couple hearts it broke,
I could fill up the pages of a novel
Where does it end and who picks up the shovel?

My hands and eyes are growing sore.
I just don't like that anymore.
There's no going back to before.
Why should it matter anymore?

From the ten and twenty conflicts,
I learned so many new tricks,
To weave some better words.
But they'll never be heard.

For there are so many waves on the shore
I just don't like that anymore.
This emptiness makes it more
Hard to be okay anymore.

With every empty silence
And little thoughts of violence
I draw an unfair portrait
The lines are never drawn straight.

There's a lock now on every door
I just don't like that anymore.
And the misery in my core,
It won't go away anymore.

Now here's a song that I wrote
But I don't like it anymore
And there are words I can't control
But I don't fight them anymore.




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