To the left of the Third Door Down
By RavenCross
Everything I do feels like It's in vain, Everytime I try my best to perceive the actions, It's all wasted it's all thrown away. The trash can's so convenient, It's to the left of the third door down. It's so easy to dump your whole day there. Leave importantance in the little green can, Never pick them up again. Unfinished love poems, What would have become if you'd left it on her desk? Everybody knows that you're nobody special, That everyone leaves certian possibilities, To the left of the third door down. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 03:55 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Everything I do feels like It's in vain,..."