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Mornings Make Me Wierd
She needed defining,
She needed soul searching,
Covered up so good it was too late for realizing.
All she felt was hurting,
All she felt was dejection,
Strange thoughts filled her head depression became certain.
She found some retention,
She found some conceptions,
Thought keeping quiet really meant protection.
She made out corrections,
She made out a new life,
Giving up was completely out of the question.
and the cow jumped over the moon, yes I'm post whoring.
rhyming scheme was ruined in the last two stanzas
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I'm just a drifter...the walking around one.
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