There's no excuse.
It's all my fault... it bites.
It stings. It eats whatever it wants.
It's crying. It's sad. It haunts my... One last life...
No time.
I'm late.
It's eight and I can't wait to go home.
It's all too much to take at times.
I extend and bend again and again; and then... I remember!
I have to get the cake, send some mail, and then...
Buy paint.
Do some heavy lifting, shifting of furniture,
And fixing my glasses with super glue.
It reads my mind.
The library book is past due.
It needs my one last life to try to...
Reignite... the night.
It's always right in front of you; in the way.
It's the fight; It's the struggle.
It is the strife and it ends up on the top of my "To do list" for
today.
"I can't be happy all the time" is all it lets me say.
I can't forget to get the cat her shot for rabies.
Maybe a babies on the way.
It's all my fault. There's no excuse.
The use of it... is yours to choose.
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NEXT