sumtimes wen you tink you're over it all.
den you realise you arent.
sumtimes you hope against all hope.
and den it pulls your cloud and down you fall.
sumtimes you want nothing more den to tear your innards out and be totally immune and numb.
and that sumtimes is now.
i need a drink please.
Lord take me away from it,
Lord gimme peace.
Lord take thine emotions,
Lord take my heart and mind.
lose it all to gain tad inner peace,
lose it all to gain sanctity.
take away thine desires,
take away my hopes,
dun wanna feel anithin anymore.
so so so juz so sickened of it all.
tired of pretending its all okay.
even facades get worn down by tiredness.
tired of being political,tired of actin im cool wit things.
pass me the drink.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
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