TElL mE tHe fUtUrE

by woody   Oct 19, 2005


I'm sick of thinking about everything and getting bad headaches
i just want to know why, why did i make all those mistakes
im on the verge of losing my best friend and im also changing
im not sure if I like it anymore, so peaceful but yet so exasperating

this week the baby will com , im afraid things will change
will my step dad treat me the same, will i be jeoulouse, will he act strange
he reassures me that wont happen, but i always have a doubt
im afraid of people leaving me, my primary weakness, wont get better just sprout

tuesday, i will talk to my best friend, tell her how i feel
will we argue our senior year, or will the friendship be real
who knows but all i can do is pray, hope god heard that i cried
im between a rock and a hard spot, mouth covered hands are tied

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