As I sit alone,
Writing ever night,
Thinking of the days of my life,
Trying to smile and make every thing good,
Wondering why I should,
Why can't be happy in me messed up world,
Why do i love to run place to place,
All ways thinking of anther day,
I never think of here and now,
All ways tomorrow and were I'm bond,
Were I'm suppose to be,
Were do I fit in,
and is anyone even reading my live today,
Or am I just trying to tell my self it is all ok,
and can I even let any one in.
