its hard for me to write these things cus you have to kinda tell who you are. but i know who i am and i dont. i cant express myself right. im torn and broken into so many pieces i cant find them ne more. the closest thing i can say about myself tho is... i dont live my life. im standing on a road and everyone else is just flying past me. im... im stoped. and maybe if this world wold slow down just a bit. maybe i could jump on. i have promblems. yea i know. dont we all. but it gets alot worse than this. |
Oh how I hate
That wonderful mistake...
Tomorrow is another day
And tomorrow will be the same...
Oh daddy how I hate you
Your name is such a degrace...
I wish there was somewhere I could go
To change everything I have ever known...