or sign in with e-mail
by gemma Sep 30, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I wish I was free to run so far but I'm stuck now In my mums yellow car i wanna be out there among the green, green grass but I'm stuck now While it rattles my little arse The sun shinning over the hills its just so inviting but I'm stuck now Mum and dad are fighting We're going to see grandma because shes not very well shes going to go to heaven but dads off to hell Shes likes the hills too grandma I mean its so peaceful out there such a beautiful scene I sit in the hills alone I sit there and I cry Where no one can see me I sit and wonder "why?" Why did you have to kiss grandma shes the only one that knew to talk to the hills They talk back to you