I stay at my desk
Voices talking in my head
Drops of ink do cursive letters
Signed a promise ,, I believe in better "
Crafting sentences on paper
Choosing sentences on paper
Choosing words like a newspaper
Music notes filling my head
Writing down all my regrets
But today is written ,, change"
Words are diving in sour drops
Memories became sharper swords
Trash can full of failed old starts
Paragraphs and long sad parts
Sitting still writing a story
There's a girl whose name is Polly
She's in love with Mr.Past
Whilst Lord Future waits a chance
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