Page after page lined the walls
crumpled pieces of a mind gone mad...
There is a stranger in the street
Walking in my steps...
Shes so sick of trying,
Trying to make things right...
Impatient fingernails - tap
racing the shifts of moment...
They say you're broken up inside,
Afraid of yourself so you hide...
To the low life drug dealer
Who sells on the block...
Sometimes this day sames like it is never ending
love seems lost...
Childhood memories -
Escape me...
"And if you can tell Ive been lying, don't...
Walking threw the shadows
To avoid the sun...
Fretting and perspiring
Stupidity is what I am...
I walked in the room.
And sat down at the back...