Plucked from the warmth of the room,
Into the dark and cold...
.my CD is like any other.
.but it is mine...
I wish I were a bird
Flying high above the sky...
Oh when we argue with the unkind
Tis easy to see the void of their mind...
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, speed, weed, n...
My mark of perfection
Speaks in slits on my wrists...
Back?
To whom shall I go Back...
Sometimes we argue so much,
we aren't even sure what we may find...
I know this comes from my heart so now I will...
Sometimes when you just feel free,
You must perhaps try to see...
Life- can have many emotions
Life- can bring you to many conclusions...
If your wondering where I am
And you can't find me...