I swore I was born this waydown to the color i am to the hazel eyes
bit of hot headed and a humorous side
I was the source of all the jokes
trying to marry women before we made eighteen
broken hearts and smashing roses
I swear i was born this way
darker then the most i wore howdies
and look broken educated yet demean by the father figures
so i turnout to the alcohol drinking full bottles
... now look for the turn exit doors burn
poetry is my emotion by the pain
i am not your expectations......
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