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Post by Solace512 on Apr 19, 2005 17:08:01 GMT -5
an old write that was intended to be sung with an old acoustic guitar that my dad used to have.
restless night phone off the hook empty soda cans clutter the dresser letters all askew
disregard the mess I‘ve made there is only so much time in a day to make mistakes it‘s only been 10 minutes and I‘ve made 20 I guess sorry doesn‘t cut it anymore
laundry builds up dirty dishes in the sink cigarette butts crowd an already small ashtray bills are late again
disregard the mess I‘ve made it‘s been a rough week and I‘ve had a bad day lost my job today I‘m an unemployed train wreck I guess sorry doesn‘t cut it anymore
sorry doesn't cut it anymore, anymore.
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Post by Elle Rush on Apr 20, 2005 11:41:05 GMT -5
I like this, Solace!!
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Post by PoetOfSerendipity on Apr 20, 2005 23:05:12 GMT -5
Ok.. I'm NOT reading this one when I'm feeling down!! You've captured despair very well!
I can see this with an acoustic guitar...
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