For Later Improvement

Author's Note: Crap, this is exactly the kind of music I hate. The kind with acoustic guitar and vocals only, and lots of feeling in the singing. Maybe you have to write it to truly appreciate it, because it only means what it means for you. In any case...
Unopened envelopes and candy wrappers lay
On my desk as I sit and I think that I pray
And I pray and I play with the words that I say
On the edge of this small scribbled paper
You give me the smiles and then I get the looks
And I am deep inside just as we all are a crook
Crooking and looking and changing the books
To reflect on my senseless identity
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