hey |
If only things were
done as quick as said...
Many of the things
That go through my head...
Theres these feelings I have
Way deep inside...
What singles out a poem
Make it better then the rest...
At night when I do drift
Into a deep slumber...
Magic is not seeing a rabbit
Pop from out of a hat...
I hadn't talked to him in a while, I know
But he still shouldn't have...
I'm in a bit of a delima
I'm in a bit of a twist...
Today could possibly be
The worst day Of My life...
You can cut your wrist
But don't cut to deep...
Its harder missing you |
Because. . . |
How can I act like I exsist |