I look back at the past, while sittin on my ass, many thoughts fill my head but i'm not too upset.
Theres just been too many guys and too many lies to make my cry to myself again.
Theres been too much pain and too much rain to wet them.
I dont know what i thought or what made me believe in all those deceiving things.
i guess i just didnt want to cry and wanted to fly off on angel wings.
but now i know the difference and I'm not as naeive, I guess Im more mature.
what i dont understand is how hand after hand all of us go through lifes torture.
