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Simply Average:

I'm not too good at yelling
I don't like whispering
I play the drums but not very good at it
I sing too but hide behind the beautifully robed choir
I lie but only when pushed to the wire
I get caught because its really not my desire
Football is my passion too..but I don't play beyond my streets
Photography oh! I love photography
But I never pursued a carried in it
The only pictures I ever took, was of a few friends who tried to cook, a meal that turned out rather disastrous
I hear comments like;
Oh its nice! You are good at it! You will make a great singer....blah blah blah
I lazy around in bed
Never paying attention to what anyone has said.
I find myself sitting at the back at this great concert
Looking at the possibilities of all I could have become.
I could have been perfect
I could have been great
Somebody wake me up and tell me its not too late
Maybe I'm good, maybe I could be better But surely right now I'm 'Simply Average'

#RealTalk  

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