Thursday, February 21, 2008
here i lie under the cloudy sky,
theres no one for comfort,
anyone is just another lie for me,
i think im just nothing but a fool,
the room feel so strange even when,
you're around, i dont feel safe,
when i'm not around, these paranoia,
is killing me, beating me to death,
maybe we could take a year or 2,
down the road, what could we expect,
nothing but emptiness, its hard to believe,
that you will be around when im not,
have i lost my mind? somebody,
please stand up for me, im packing up,
im going to see another life in another world,
goodbye, this will be the last cigarette i take.
1:56 AM