Let it be what it is
a digest of missed chances
or some example of
some second fiddle dances
I get these big ideas
then the nights get so late
and I wouldn't have come through
anyway
and so soon flows the hate
If you couldn't make me good enough
at least you could have
made me less smart
Shown me less
given me less heart
this digest is depressing me
and now it's there forever
laugh at me using that word
for this forced little
endeavor
what
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