Sometimes i find it hard to care
If i was to take another breath of air 
if i was to tie my shoes or comb my hair
        
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        Do i miss you? 
my hands miss your soft skin 
my eyes miss your face in the soft glow of the suns light 
my ears miss your musical laughter
        
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        i had a revelation today 
im a fool for you 
and i hate it 
you have no idea
        
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born in scotland, liked poetry a long time but only reading a wide range now i tryed writing but its not what im ment to do im more a ranter or an artist both hard professions. if you want to know anything else give me a message i dont really get to talk about poetry much.my friends arent the read for pleasure type there more updat your facebook status.where was i oh yeah about me.i have a sarcastic sense of humor thats hard to get across in type ah well.)
                    Sometimes I Find It Hard To Care
                    
                    Sometimes i find it hard to care
If i was to take another breath of air 
if i was to tie my shoes or comb my hair
Sometimes i find it hard to care 
about what you have to say to me 
about all the things you think i should be
about going out or what we're having for tea 
Sometimes i wonder if i could care
about all of these would it make life easier to bare? 
But i dont want to even try
cause then i would care about if i die.