people are strange when you are a stranger, faces look ugly when you are alone; women seem wicked when you are unwanted, streets are uneven when you are down
Friday, June 20, 2008
walking on the lines
some words are still inside me wanting to come out I'm holding onto my anger but I'm trying to shout
I'm gone through this so many times losing you and walking on the lines shadows of past are still haunting me in all the words you are taunting me
