Saturday, November 24, 2007
if only everybody knew,
how hard is it to move around,
when you're down, when your memories,
lived inside your brain, whispering,
words that you shouldn't hear,
the answers that are meant to be secret,
but no, i am stubborn and eager,
and i fall down, in my own accord,
if only everybody knew that,
theres another person who lived in me,
a person who's willing to give,
everthing, for the love he hoped to find,
a person who's denied everything he lost,
a person who lost control of his steering,
a person who's bruised and scarred so easily,
a person who destroyed himself when he's angry,
can't help but to carry the cigarrete around,
and i feel so selfish to let you worry,
when i am just another let down,
when you are so alive and much more deserving..
2:26 AM