I am a very split-personlitied (how ever the hell you spell that) kind of person, so if i go psycotic like i did when i was twelve, it is WAY normal. |
Walking in the room,
A gun in my hand...
I am wishing
On a wishing well...
Everyday the I walk by you
I pretend I do not know...
My heart is so hurt
It's bleeding with sores...
Watching silently,
As the birds fly by...