I'm eighteen, I play guitar, acoustic and electric, and write poetry, people say I should publish my work, I think it's o.k.
'I once liked a girl
I was in 3rd grade
She was the same age as me
And very well-made
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Thinking of you
Wherever you are
We pray for our sorrows to mend
And hope that our hearts will blend
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What's wrong with music in school?
They teach us to play it every day
And yet
We can't even listen to it to concentrate
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I can hear what you're thinking,
All your doubts and fears,
And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here.
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