No-One Else To Blame
By birksy
This isn’t what you think, you give it to me, and it must have hurt, but there’s nothing but air inside, a few empty thoughts shaped into a rhyme, nothing to hide, it’s just something I wrote. You need no excuses, it’s me who’s the enemy, who’ll never be thought well of again. Don’t bring me false ammo, don’t see into something that is perfectly clear, there is no-one to blame but myself. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 10:36 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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