now that everything's getting really really fucked up,
and I have no one to run to and tell all my heartaches
and frustrations, where do I hide for cover? how can
I still pretend that everything's just fine? that this is
just a fuckin' phrase? . no matter how I wish someone
would just give me a little push, a little tug just to get
me back on the ground, in the end, its between me and
my rage. I'm really itching to punch someone
right now, but really, it wont give me any peace. It seems
that its elusiveness will linger on, until one of us would
just quit call it quits.
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