How many tears can I shed, when will the pain become as your are to me gone! When will I know when found my self, I found my self once before but you have left me to be all alone in this world with to sense of time. Well I become something great or become something you hate but hatred is not always the answer I become something great that you hate something I must live with every day no sense of time no sense of been alive with out you Im no one in this world you made me who I was but you have left me with this question in my head. Will I become something great or something you hate!
