by new person May 30, 2007
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
There were the days were i was a nobody. I would think i could get away with any thing because i was like the dust in the air. Then my friend would betray me behind my own back. To the day were i hit rock bottom. were you have on one els to go to. You Finlay find your friend the thing who would make the Paine go away who cased me to feel better when i was done. |