What To Do Now

On a downer but its alright
funny how I take it so literally
It doesn’t make me a bad person
Or so you believe

There’s conversation to kill
I ain’t got much to contribute
Staying shy never really does it for me
or so I believe

What to do now...

Not enough left to get me drunk
Suppose I better leave
I feel one of those black moods
They choose what I believe

I appear as I always do
not humble in the slightest
Just making it under blind luck
This is what I believe in

The End

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