I was thinking about my "bag of bills" and other random paperwork that I really need to go through. I've been carrying it around every day, but not doing anything with it... and combined with other thoughts this came out...
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I know you have regrets that you don’t like to speak of
Worries you can’t quite voice
There’s a weight on your back like a 2x4
You wear it like you have no choice
You don't have to carry them around all the time
Like the bills you just can’t pay
Glancing at the debt every once in a while
Hoping they'll all go away
Like wearing a sling when your arms not broke
Like a bandage without the blood
The burden of the lies you’ve told yourself
Is a blister where no shoe has rubbed
1 comment:
I think it still needs a stanza... maybe a resolution. :)
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