We erect the world
it collapse then erect it...
You judge us
when you dont even know us...
The same routine, we are all sheep
failing to show the secrets we keep...
Out on the dark street
Alone...
I feel like i am traped
no one hears me no one wants to...
I can drink the same water
But not from the same place...
I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...
People who make poor chooses
have bad luck or different taste...
I know,
There is no sadder moment...
The stars tell a story
Of times left forgotten...
A Daughter Has Come Home
By Mark Spencer...
Last week i was lucky,
for a minute i died...