A plastered smile, to show the hundreth mile.. ive taken so far to change change in terms of a new beginning, or somehow a reformed meaning In my yester years, you wiped my tears, the refuge i ran to, cause thats all i had, sarcasm fills the words, as you are the cause of my bloody eyes, and the river that flows from my eyes, the sense in your repelling... my appealing... got us lost. In this case it hurt more on my side, maybe the one hurting, should recount it all, cause am feeling like a toy ball, maybe the word feeling is wrong all together, cause lately its been my worst enemy. am fighting with myself and that means war, plain and simple, bombs and ammunition, Remind me where i stand, hit me over the head with it, just in case i think you asked.. because you wanted the bond. my tell tale expression, hidden the dissappointment, i weep i havent got a prayer i havent got a care, somehow like a trolley, its me pushing, and like a seed, its easy germi
whatever has to be done its always your choice