Finishing
I hate my life, I hate my job,
Some nights all I do is sob.
I quit everything that i try,
What should I do? Oh me oh my.
Procrastination is my name,
Some things change, but that stays the same.
Why can't i finish things that I start?
My mind is like a half full shopping cart.
Things go in and things go out,
Yet I never seem to find the checkout.
Maybe one day i will change,
Untill then I will stay forever strange.
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