All my ends are loose
All my ends are loose
Not allowed to tie a noose
All my ends are loose
Feel like I'm playing duck duck gooose and I'm the goose
Running around in circles
Trying to grab attention
All my ends are loose
Wish I could just choose
Choose to live or die
But I end up silent and start to cry
Tuesday 8th October 2024 10:37 pm
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