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it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing