It’s not as bad as you make out.
My life’s been put on hold.
Now all day long you scream and shout.
You make me feel so old.

I don’t believe you wanted this.
Don’t make me doubt myself.
I thought we’d live our lives in bliss.
You’re messing with my health.

“Why can’t we work this out?”, you ask
Take note of what you say.
You hide yourself behind your mask.
You prove my point each day.

But time is short and life is cruel.
Why waste your breath on me?
You make me act like such a fool.
What is it that you see?

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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