Drag My Name Through the Mud

By D.H.

I live in a life where I always make bad decisions

Breaking myself up into different sets or divisions

I try & put together a puzzle with pieces missing

Losing more & more pieces

Because of inaccurate precision

I think this might be what’s embedded in my destiny

& I know I can’t let this get the best of me

I think I can I Think I can said the engine that could

But I still can’t figure out why I should

Feelin’ peace in my heart

But pumping hate through my blood

Tired of people that keep dragging my name through the mud

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1 Comment

  1. janecallahan on June 29, 2012 at 11:47 AM

    This is soooooo beautifully written … it demonstrates the beauty and the GOOD within you. Don’t give up buddy. It’s very apparent in your writing that you have a lot offer this world!

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