Well what can i say? i write poems not for anyone else, but to clear my head. |
Lord once again i cannot sleep
I come to you for guidance...
The passion inside
How it bubbles up slowely...
I am not a happy person
cant you see that...
When I was young and naieve of the world,
I felt so careless and free...
No need to tell me i am loved
i have known my entire life...
It was one night
one perfect evening...
No need to tell me i am loved
i have known my entire life...
When I was young and naieve of the world,
I felt so careless and free...
I am not a happy person
cant you see that...
You played me over
what else can i say...
Why are you cutting yourself |