I know I'm not a writer
But I like to believe
In fantasy
And You know
Thats very true
As sad as my youth
Growing into me
I didn't get to be a famous baseball player
Because
I didn't learn how to play baseball
And then my high school
Coach told me
You can't dribble
You piterful
And worse yet
I had to have a pack of cigarettes
So Kelly would
Ask me for a cigarette
Then I would be someone friend
And yes I got ditched
At a concert
After we got into the concert
She waved at a guy and didn't even
Look back at me
I was just a ticket in
And i like to believe in dreams
But is my lonley sad reality
And it's now years later
And im still shaped by that
Broken place
And now I cry so much that
When I don't cry then it feels
Unnormal I guess ive earned
This prize
And im I sad that I'm not wrong
©mrnothing
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