
I'm exhausted with all I have to say
The beautiful words i employ are rotten away
My boat is sinking more & more everyday
Still waving up for anyone come to my way
I realise as i work more i make it worse
May be i'm the victim to people's curse
But can't leave behind what belongs to me
Becoming pretentious to people i see
Although being confessed by words of love
I beleive on surface as the white dove
I know it in my heart, O my God I swear
I'm one in a million who suffers out there
I can only be what and who I am
This seems so hard, noone understands
I put my feelings into words that rhyme
To make you see and know, what is mine
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