Sucker's Bet
Seeing myself, inspite of what is
Knowing every cosequence
Of that I could give
Makes me seem so unsecure
Maybe humane, sights unqualified
Simply just for uncovered strain
As my days are shortened
Seems like they are long
Periled through this drama
Atleast not of a baby's mama
Or daddy, or a lack thereof
Nothing said of that I should dread
Myself seeking a spread of some since
Bent of things within this atmosphere
Thought processes not so clear
Leaving nothing but fear
Testing my life's existence everyday
Of what in it shall remain
Guesing just me, apart of this land called insane
Begging for a piece of that which is
That something, or that thing that I could give
Knowing every cosequence
Of that I could give
Makes me seem so unsecure
Maybe humane, sights unqualified
Simply just for uncovered strain
As my days are shortened
Seems like they are long
Periled through this drama
Atleast not of a baby's mama
Or daddy, or a lack thereof
Nothing said of that I should dread
Myself seeking a spread of some since
Bent of things within this atmosphere
Thought processes not so clear
Leaving nothing but fear
Testing my life's existence everyday
Of what in it shall remain
Guesing just me, apart of this land called insane
Begging for a piece of that which is
That something, or that thing that I could give
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